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☆ Summary: Being Barça's newest signing is the easy part. The real challenge is letting someone get close. With Alexia, things quickly turn physical, and while you have no problem taking control, letting yourself be seen is a different story. But Alexia isn't used to being kept at a distance.
☆ Word Count: 7.1k
☆ Warnings: SMUT (+18) • Well, how do I even tag this? Guided masturbation? • Torito discovers she has a very unfortunate weakness for being told to behave • Alexia discovers this too and takes full advantage of it • Alexia is a menace • yay Torito comes!! <333
☆ A/n: I'm struggling a lot with my undergraduate thesis right now, which is why I haven't been writing much! It's sucking me dryyy.
Part 7 here
You sighed in defeat. "I'll tell you about my ex if you tell me about yours."
Alexia chuckled. "That's not how it works. I always talk to you about myself, sí? I've already done my part. You're the one who drops a bomb in my lap every two weeks and then goes completely silent."
You rolled your eyes.
She won.
"There isn't much to say about her," you began slowly, trying to dig up memories of your life with your ex. You didn't like thinking too much about her, or who you were when you were together.
"Selene was cool, very cool… That's what got me attracted to her in the first place. She was smarter, funnier, and more confident than me. And when she took a liking to me, it felt... nice, you know? She was a bit older too, which seemed cooler than it does now."
Selene's favourite flowers were daffodils; she took pictures whenever she found them outside. Selene's favourite colour was orange, and she detested darker shades. Selene was kind to everyone else but you. Selene smelled like mango. Mango was your favourite fruit, still is. Not because of her, though.
You weren't sure you were supposed to be sharing all of that with Alexia, so you stopped talking. Alexia, however, did not appreciate the halt.
"Okay… more," Alexia instructed, her tone flat and commanding, as if she had simply decided you were a small robot programmed to comply with her demands.
And you were, a little bit. For her, at least.
"She was a good person, most of the time," you told Alexia. "But being with her wasn't nice. I think we brought out the worst in each other."
You took a longer pause this time. Alexia didn't break the silence, which you were grateful for. She was slowly learning that your silences weren't always an invitation to keep asking questions. Sometimes they merely meant your brain was trying to process some difficult thoughts.
"She wasn't very patient with me," you admitted, staring ahead, making a point not to look at Alexia. "And I think… I think I need people to be patient with me when it comes to... sex and just relationships in general. And she wasn't. So yeah." You exhaled slowly. "That's that. Not very nice. That's why we broke up."
"Yeah…" Alexia agreed quietly, her arm tightening around you. "Not very nice of Selene at all."
The room fell still for a moment.
"She was my first, too," you added, the realisation only highlighting how messy the breakup had actually been. "I even considered joining my parents' church and becoming a nun."
Alexia went dead still. Then she pushed herself up onto her elbow, hovering over to look straight into your face.
"She was your first? The first girl you had sex with?"
"Mhmmm. First person, yes." You kept your eyes glued on the ceiling. "She was the lucky one," you added dryly, throwing the joke into the room because you felt like you had ruined the soft atmosphere you had both been wrapped in.
(And also because you felt too exposed).
Alexia didn't smile. Great.
You had officially ruined her evening.
"You never told me that," she said, her voice a bit heavy.
"I think we've both established by now that I barely tell you anything," You replied, glancing up at her. "That's not exactly new information."
"Still." She was staring down at you with an expression that meant she was recalibrating something internally. "I would have liked to know that."
You smiled at the dramatics of it.
"Would you also like to know that you're my second?"
Alexia froze. It was a total and immediate freeze, as if someone had hit pause on her entire nervous system.
"I'm your second?" she repeated slowly, her eyes widening. "You've only been with two people? You've only had sex with two people?!"
You weren't sure what reaction you had been expecting. Something warmer, maybe, or at least a little more casual. But the shock in her tone made heat rush to your face before your brain could even try to fight it.
"I-I… well, yeah," you stammered, feeling your cheeks turn beet red. "I-I mean–"
"Hey, sorry, I think I'm overreacting," she started, softening and leaning in closer. "There's nothing to be–"
"If you say 'there's nothing to be embarrassed about'", you interrupted, pressing a single finger over her lips, "I will be significantly more embarrassed than I currently am."
Alexia gently moved your finger, her hand wrapping around your wrist. "I just thought you would have been with more people," she admitted quietly, and now it was her turn to flush. "That's all… because you are good at it. At, mhm, sex."
You tilted your head, forcing a slight smirk as you scrambled to pull the control of the conversation back into your hands. "You think so, capi?"
She pouted, nosing at your cheek. "Not capi. Just Ale."
"Okay, Ale," you murmured, letting her press her lips to your cheekbone. "You think I'm good at sex? What's your favourite thing about it, huh?"
Alexia rolled her eyes and flushed a deep pink. "I know you are deflecting again, but… I'll give you this. I-I like when you strap me."
Hearing the Spain and Barcelona captain stumble over the word strap made the blush on your face spike to temperatures previously unrecorded by science. It was an anomaly capable of melting a polar ice cap and leaving hundreds of little polar bears homeless.
"Well, you can thank Selene for that," you murmured, using the line out purely as a shield to hide the prickling insecurity of having so little experience.
Alexia's expression changed. Her embarrassment disappeared, her mouth pulling into a displeased little pout.
"No," she said, her voice dropping.
"No?"
"Don't say that."
"Why?" you asked, tilting your head as you tried to suppress a smile.
"Because I don't want to hear about her… like that."
Jealous Alexia was back.
Ignoring the heat burning your face, a small mischievous streak flared up in your chest. If you couldn't control your embarrassment, you could at least try to control her reaction, play with Alexia a little bit.
"She was the one who taught me how to-"
"No," Alexia whined softly.
Before you could finish, she leaned down and pressed her lips against yours. It wasn't a romantic gesture, more a physical necessity to shut you up.
"Tori, quiet now, vale?"
"You're not really going to let me finish that sentence?" You murmured against her mouth, feeling the stubborn press of her lips.
"No," she said, hovering just half a centimetre above your face, her eyes flashing you with jealousy. "You're mean."
"I'm so nice to you," you said, letting your hand drift lazily down to her lower back.
"Clearly you're not."
"I am."
Alexia rolled her beautiful eyes,
Any other day, Alexia would be completely naked by now.
But she was on her period, and you weren't clear on how to navigate that yet- what she would be comfortable with, where the boundaries were tonight. So, for now, you relied on your words.
"I'm so good to you, Ale," you whispered again, turning your head to press a playful bite against the apple of her cheek. "I'm not mean. You would know if I was ever mean to you."
"I would?" she whispered.
You nodded, biting her again. "Yes."
Alexia liked biting, although she didn't always enjoy having visibly marked afterwards. She often complained that it was unprofessional to walk around with love bites like a teenager, which meant you had long since learned where you could leave them without her having to spend the following day throwing tantrums while covering her neck.
You always gave her a hickey in places no one else could see, mainly the middle of her thighs. There wasn't much privacy, not when you shared a locker room with others. But oh God, tonight she would look so lovely with a purplish bruise right below her ear. She would look so endearing with your canine sunk into the soft meat of her ass.
Fuck. You were burning already.
She groaned when you kissed the same spot again.
"You're gonna leave a mark."
"Mark of what? My teeth in your cheek?"
"Obviously," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Mhm," you hummed, shifting closer so you could trail your tongue from her cheek down her neck and along her jaw. You kissed the spot where her carotid artery lay. It was beating rapidly, like a trapped rabbit. You sank your teeth in just enough to press, just enough to annoy her.
"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she murmured as you bit her again.
"I'm in a state of jubilation, yes."
Before you could realise, Alexia's hand was at the back of your throat, pushing you away with a firm grip.
"No mark, Tori," she said as you looked up at her. "Behave, si?"
You closed your mouth immediately.
The low and commanding shift in her voice sent a shiver straight down your spine, a physiological reaction you were wholly unprepared for. You swallowed hard, and Alexia, observant as ever, caught the movement of your throat. You felt like a properly trained dog whose owner said the word walk or bone.
Alexia tilted her head, a dangerous (little) smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Oh no.
"Oh, did I find a soft spot, torito?"
Your face flushed even deeper. "Stop," you snapped.
Where on Earth did this come from?
"You like it when I tell you to behave?" Alexia teased softly, her hand creeping up to your neck, then your jawline, and you thought you might die. "Who would have guessed, huh?"
"Alexia," you warned, feeling blood rushing all over your core.
"Yes, bebé?"
"Stop," you repeated weakly. You were so screwed.
"I want a kiss," Alexia murmured, pressing her lips against your earlobe. "Can I have a kiss?"
You nodded. "Y-yes."
She leaned down and pressed her pink lips to yours. Her body moved slowly at first, until you felt the full press of her weight as she rested against you – her stomach flush against yours, her long legs entwined with yours, rumpling the hotel sheets even further.
Before she could settle into position, your body reacted on instinct. You shifted your hips and scrambled to flip your position, muscle memory taking over until you suddenly found yourself pinned right on top of her.
"Let me make you feel good," you whispered, your hand coming up to the warm skin of her neck, holding her down. You were desperate, trying to regain some semblance of the control she had stripped away with just one single word.
Alexia shook her head, her lips brushing against yours. "I'm on my period, remember?"
"I don't care," you said quickly, your fingers already tugging at the hem of her shirt. You wanted it off now. "Please?"
She shook her head again, firmer this time. "No, tori."
Why wasn't she letting you do anything?! You could count on one hand how many times she had ever said no to you. So rude!
You pouted up at her, your chest heaving. "Really? You don't want to because of the blood? I really don't mind."
Alexia chuckled. "I don't think I've ever seen you desperate. What happened? Did you get horny when I told you to behave?"
The grip on her neck instantly faltered. Alexia took that split second of hesitation to effortlessly flit you both over. God, she was so fucking strong; you almost always forget it, mainly because she allowed you to handle her like a rag doll half the time.
In a heartbeat, you were beneath her. Alexia looked at you with an unbearably pleased little smile.
"Thought so," she murmured. "But I want to hear you say it."
You had never been under her like this. Not once. You had never received, never surrendered control, never even let her see you entirely naked. You must have looked genuinely panicked for a second, because Alexia's eyes softened immediately. She pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek; her voice stripped of any teasing.
"Is this okay? Too much?" she murmured against your skin. "Do you prefer to be back on top?"
Fuck. Alexia was so gentle and considerate, and you were wet.
"I-It's whatever you want… just please let me feel you?" you pleaded, looking up at her with helpless eyes. "We can just go to the shower afterwards, or I can finger you in the shower, or-or we can lay down a towel–"
"We don't have any more towels," Alexia pointed out calmly.
"Okay, fuck the towel, whatever, I just–"
"Answer my question," Alexia interrupted, her tone dropping into one of authority. "Are you horny?"
You swallowed hard once again, your mind racing as you gave her a stiff (and embarrassed) nod.
"Words."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
You rolled your eyes. You were as red as a cherry, you were sure.
"You know what."
Alexia clicked her tongue, shaking her head with exaggerated disappointment. "Tsk, tsk. Not very polite."
She made a move to climb off you, and alarms rang in your ears.
"No! Stay, please," you blurted out, reaching for her. Your hands caught the fabric of her shirt, holding on as though she might disappear if you let go. "Please? I'm sorry. Perdon, Ale."
"You know, usually people say sorry and then stop misbehaving," she said, looking down at you with a smile. "Will you? Will you do what I tell you to do?"
Your mind went completely blank. Head empty. Your brain was firing every single neuron at the same time, trying to make sense of what was happening. Wasn't that the onset of a seizure? Damn, were you seizuring?!
You didn't know what to say, what to do, or how to behave. You had no script for being the… submissive one.
"I-I'm sorry," you whispered again, your voice suddenly small. "I'll try."
Alexia's face went softer. "It's okay, hermosa. Let's try again, sí? I'm sure you'll get it right this time." She paused, watching you. "So… are you horny?"
"Yes…" You admitted, the confession burning you from the inside out. "I'm horny."
"Muy bien," she said, sounding pleased, rewarding you with a brush of her lips against yours. "Now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"
Yes, it was fucking hard. You thought to yourself. But in the end, you shook your head. Alexia lifted her eyebrows, her gaze fixed on you, waiting patiently for a verbal response.
Frustrating, impossible woman.
"No, it wasn't," you grumbled.
"Good," she said, leaning down to kiss you again and then pulling just enough to look into your eyes. "Now, guapa. It's up to you, sí? I'm completely off the table tonight. You won't touch me tonight, okay? Do you understand me?"
"O-okay," you said. "I understand."
The Catalan studied your face for a second, making sure you really meant it.
"Good girl."
The words made your stomach turn over. Your blood seemed to run faster. The oxygen in the room felt scarce. Why had people ever invented language when two words could apparently wreak someone's mental state this badly?
You stared at her, speechless.
Alexia's mouth twitched. "Oh..." she murmured, noticing your reaction. "We're going to have fun with this, aren't we?"
"S-shut up," you managed. "You are teasing me now."
Alexia pouted. "Okay, now you are being bad. That's disappointing, Tori. But maybe we can deal with your attitude some other time, sí?"
You swallowed, trying to collect yourself.
"Back to what matters," she continued as if nothing had happened. She turned her face to press a kiss to your cheek. "I told you I'm just waiting for you to give me the green light to touch you, yeah? You tell me yes, and I'll make you feel good."
Then, she propped herself up on her elbow, and the teasing disappeared from her face almost immediately; her voice softened into the one tone you knew so well, that made it clear she was paying attention to you.
"...Or you can tell me no, and we don't have to do anything at all, of course. What do you want?"
You were blushing furiously by now, but you were also so fucking horny.
"I-I don't know," you whispered.
"You don't have to figure it out right now," Alexia said gently, her hand smoothing over your waist. "We can just go back to cuddling, maybe get some dinner. I really don't want to pressure you–"
She made a subtle move to shift off you again, and your hand immediately shot up, gripping her shirt.
"Stay," you said.
She smirked slowly, but then clearly tried to hide her satisfaction from you. "Yes?"
"Uhum," you hummed, feeling a lump in your throat. "But I-I'm not ready for you to touch me."
"Alright, tori," Alexia said, her eyes filled with understanding. "We can just–"
"B-but it hurts," you whined, your body betraying your words as you rolled your hips up against her pelvis. You immediately froze, mortified by yourself.
"I-I…" you were unable to continue. There was nothing to say. You were too frustrated with yourself, too needy and far too horny for your own good.
Alexia let out a sharp breath. Her hand came down to your waist, stilling you before either of you could lose your composure. "Can I help you with it?"
You blinked at her. "How? Without touching me?"
She nodded. "Why don't you touch yourself?" Alexia asked, looking down at you, at how utterly trapped and flushed you were beneath her. "Would that be okay?"
And then, for the first time, you saw the full reality of the situation settle over Alexia's face. Just now, she was truly understanding the depth of it, how completely unfamiliar this was for you.
You were completely exposed to her, somewhat relying on her to guide you while simultaneously trying to work out what you wanted for yourself. Suddenly, she was the one who looked on the verge of having a seizure. Alexia looked as overwhelmed as you felt.
"W-what?" you stammered, your eyes widening in disbelief. "I've never done that before."
Alexia stared down at you, her own eyes growing comically wide.
"I meant in front of another person, Alexia!" you blurted, rolling your eyes to cover your embarrassment.
Alexia's brows came together. "I don't particularly like it when you roll your eyes at me, torito," she said flatly.
Before you could formulate a suitably snappy response, she leaned down, one hand coming up to cup your jaw firmly. She pressed her lips to your, deepening the kiss into something slow and possessive enough to wipe away any coherent thought out of your brain.
Alexia reached down, taking the edge of the white hotel blanket, and with a smooth motion, pulling it over your body until you were hidden from her view. Then she took your hand, guiding your wrist under the cover before resting her own hand right on top of yours.
"This way I can feel what you are doing," she murmured. "But I don't have to touch you. Is that okay?"
You gave her a small nod. It felt strange – a deep and vulnerable kind of sensation – but a good strange. A safe strange. Something was reassuring about the blanket between you, about knowing that Alexia was there without being able to see everything you were doing.
"Okay, Tori," Alexia spoke softly; her tone was so, so grounding. "Do you want to take your shorts off under there, or do you want to keep them on?"
What were you doing?
Everything seemed to be moving both too quickly and yet so slowly. Were you even ready for what was about to happen? You weren't entirely sure. You weren't entirely sure of anything anymore. All you knew was that you needed release like never before.
"I-I want to keep them on," you finally responded, biting the inside of your cheek, feeling silly for being so reserved at a time like this.
You had strapped Alexia, had seen her showering, you had your face buried between her legs God knows how many times… and yet here you were mortified by the thought of taking off a few layers of clothing.
"Está bien guapa," she said, offering you a smile. "Tócate por encima, sí?" [Alright, pretty girl / Touch yourself over them, okay?]
You swallowed hard and slowly moved your hand beneath the blanket over the waistband of your shorts. Alexia's hand followed the movement from above the fabric, her palm resting lightly over your wrist. The second your fingers brushed through your shorts, you felt relief immediately flush through you, moving through your spine in a wave of soft heat.
A soft and involuntary sound escaped your throat. It felt so fucking good.
It's been weeks since you had touched yourself. Normally, focusing on Alexia was enough to satisfy you in an entirely different way, but now? Now it was a whole other story. This was just you, with Alexia watching, and somehow that made you feel far more exposed than when you were actively having sex with her.
"Like this," she murmured. "I'm right here, tori."
The reassurance somehow made it easier, but also made you hyperaware that she was indeed watching.
"Estás mojada?" Alexia asked, her eyes glued on your flushed face. [Are you wet?]
You got even wetter at the question alone. She had a habit of switching between Spanish and Catalan whenever things became intimate, and right now her sweet accent was more than welcome.
"I-I don't know."
A tiny smile appeared on her face. "You don't know?"
"I-I'm touching over my shorts," You reminded her, as though this should have been obvious.
"Then go underneath, guapa," she instructed.
You stared at her for a second, and she simply waited. Feeling strangely brave as you looked right into her eyes, you whispered. "O-okay."
You slipped your hand beneath the waistband and were instantly met with slickness. Your cotton underwear was a complete mess. Your fingertips could access your clit more easily like this.
You felt Alexia's hand on top of yours through the fabric, guiding you to start pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tilted your hips and rolled your eyes.
It felt so good already.
"Qué tan mojada estás, bebé?" Alexia whispered. [How wet are you, baby?]
"Very," you whispered, the admission burning your cheeks and neck. "It's… it's a mess. M-my thighs are all wet."
Alexia's expression melted into something sweet, her lips forming a pout. "Oh… pobrecita." Though her tone was tender, it was also interlaced with unbearable patronisation that made you want to hide your face.
Alexia adjusted her position, her hand settling more firmly over yours, anchoring your palm right over the wetness of your underwear.
"Do you understand me well in Spanish?" Alexia asked, halting her movement over the top of your fingers, which made the friction over your clit stop. "Or do you prefer me to speak to you in English?"
"I–Alexia, whatever! It's whatever, just… ugh!" you gasped, unable to form a complete and understanding sentence while she held you like that. "Just… do something, please."
Alexia chuckled, and the sound made a heat pool in your lower stomach.
"You know, you can just touch yourself without me telling you what to do," she said.
You stared at her.
"Your hand is right there," she continued, looking far too amused. "Nobody is stopping you. So why are you waiting for directions, torito? Do you like taking orders that much?"
You opened your mouth to give her a very sharp response, but your brain was empty. The truth was: yes, you were waiting. You were actively waiting, holding yourself back, waiting for her to tell you what to do. You wanted her to give you her green light.
The realisation was somehow more embarrassing than touching yourself in front of her.
"Alexia," you whined, your cheeks burning again in pure humiliation. "Please, Ale. Don't be mean."
Her expression softened once again.
"Dime, bebé," she murmured, her hand (finally!!) initiating a slow circle over your fingers. You instantly followed her lead, pressing down on your clit gently. "Like this? Así? Tell me."
"Y-yes," you choked out, your hips twitching beneath the blanket as you tried to meet the pressure of her hand. "Like that…"
"Ah! No, no, no," Alexia scolded you gently, her hand pressing down just enough to pin your hips flat again. "Don't rush. I dictate the pace, sí? You slow down."
"Oh, fuck," you groaned as she guided your fingers in very small and agonising circles through the fabrics. The combination of the blanket, the shorts and the weight of Alexia's hand made the sensation build even more.
You squeezed your eyes shut. You have never done anything remotely like this with anyone else. Not with Selene, not with Alexia.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Look at me," Alexia whispered.
"No," you murmured, your eyes stubbornly remaining closed.
"Okay," She instantly lifted her hand away, breaking the contact.
Your eyes snapped open in panic. "I'm sorry," you blurted out, forcing your eyelids wide open to meet her gaze.
"Muy bien, bebé. Smart choice," she said, smirking as she placed her hand right back over yours. Her thumb brushed the skin of your wrist before guiding your hand back into place. "Now stay right here with me. Don't go wandering off. Don't overthink, sí?"
You swallowed, keeping your eyes fixed on hers. You were far too afraid that if you looked away again, she would take her hands from yours.
"Good girl," Alexia whispered, and you thought you might come just from hearing those two words. She began to move her hand in those painful slow circles again. "Just like that. Keep your eyes on me."
Your breath caught. Without the distraction of your mind, without overthinking about everything, the sensation rushed in to fill the void. For the first time all day, you weren't analysing everything, weren't replaying the match, questioning Alexia's words, or wondering what you were supposed to do next. You were simply feeling it.
You whined lowly against her ear.
"Ale–" you gasped, your body trying to arch up to meet her palm again. Your fingertips were all slick from your own wetness, and you were still just touching yourself over your underwear. You would genuinely have a syncope if you were to touch your bare flesh right now.
"Ah-ah," Alexia clicked her tongue, her hand pressing down to stop your movement. "What did I say about rushing? Stay still for me, torito. Let it build."
Not a single neuron in your brain was functioning properly. Nor, apparently, were your astrocytes or microglia. You had managed to switch off completely, leaving you staring helplessly into Alexia's honey-coloured eyes.
"Does it feel good?" she asked softly. You could tell she honestly wanted to know; she wasn't teasing. "Are you still okay?"
You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. "Y-yes."
She watched your face for another moment before speaking again.
"Why don't you go under your underwear?" she murmured, her thumb pressing down to guide your hand. "Touch yourself properly, guapa. Touch your clit for me?"
You blushed, a pathetic whine escaping your throat.
Alexia let out a breathless chuckle. "You are so, so reactive to my words, torito. What happened to you today? You certainly weren't like this before. Or were you, and I just never noticed?"
You stared up at her, your brain utterly useless and fried, unable to form a response.
"Maybe I never noticed before because you never allowed me the space to form a thought of my own, huh?" she teased.
"Whenever we are together, you have me in all sorts of positions. Your mouth between my thighs, or strapping me while I'm on all fours for you…" she paused and leaned down until her breath was hot against your ear. "... but now, look at you, bebé. I told you to behave, and suddenly you are my polite puppy?"
"Oh, fuck, Alexia," you moaned; the combination of her fingers guiding yours and the filthiness of her words was sending waves to your cunt.
You felt so good, so wet and so warm that you couldn't decide whether you were in hell or heaven.
"You like dirty talk that much?" she teased, pressing a (very) patronising kiss on your cheekbone. "Qué mona." [How cute]
You nodded frenetically, trying to overlook the condescension dripping from every word she said.
"Touch your coño, now," she commanded. "Go underneath your underwear."
You shook your head out of pure embarrassment.
Alexia's hand relaxed at once, taking her palm from yours. "Okay, if you don't want to, don't. But I'm not going to talk you through it anymore."
"Okay, okay! Sorry!" you blurted out instantly, panicking that you might lose the contact. "Don't stop talking."
Alexia smiled triumphantly, and you finally gave in, sliding your fingers beneath the soaked fabric of your panties, and fuck, you were ridiculously sensitive. Your clit was swollen, and the slick between your thighs was absurd. You had never been this wet in your entire life, not even when you touched yourself alone.
Alexia read your body language. Her eyes darkened as she rested her hand over yours to dictate the speed once again.
"Como está tu coño, dime?" she whispered, her voice as soft as silk.
"I'm-I'm wet, an-and that's it," you stammered. Alexia was exceptionally good at dirty talk; you, clearly, were not.
Alexia raised her eyebrows.
"That can't be all, Tori," she murmured, her fingers nudging yours over your clit. "Get a little creative, sí? I know how smart you are."
"I-I'm swollen all over, a-and it's hot," you confessed, the embarrassment burning you alive.
"Yeah, guapa?" Alexia encouraged you gently. "What else?"
"Mhm… I'm so, so sensitive."
"Okay bebé," Alexia whispered, kissing your lips tenderly. "You talk to me so pretty. I like you like this."
A soft groan escaped your throat. Alexia stayed close, her lips brushing your jawline as her voice dropped into something raw that got your head spinning. "Do you want to put a finger inside?" Alexia asked
You shook your head quickly.
"Are you sure?"
You nodded. "Don't want to. This feels good enough."
"Okay, let's just focus on your clit, Tori," she said, and there wasn't even a hint of disappointment in her voice. She brushed her lips down the side of your neck, and you tried to focus on the feeling, on the warmth of her body.
The pleasure continued to build, but it wasn't enough to overcome the sudden spike of panic in your chest.
You had never come in front of anyone before. Your brain, your worst enemy, was spiralling again. What if you made a weird face? What if you looked ridiculous? What if you ruined everything? Your brows furrowed, your body tensing up – the bad and rigid kind of tense.
Alexia noticed it, of course. The filthy teasing evaporated in a second. She leaned down and kissed your forehead; her hand stopped.
"Hey," she whispered. "Look at me."
You did, although your eyes were beginning to sting.
"You're thinking too hard," Alexia murmured, her hand continuing to move over yours, creating a perfect friction over your clit, making your own fingers move faster. "I can see it, torito. Relax for me, amor. It's okay."
Amor. Amor. Amor.
You wanted to be her lover. You wanted her to love. You wanted to love her. Fuck. Maybe you already did?
"I-I think I want to come," you admitted in a tiny whisper, completely humiliated by how desperate you sounded. "Can I? Please?"
Alexia's face melted, her eyes filled with fondness. "That's good," she whispered, her tone so impossibly sweet it made your heart ache. "Of course you can. I would be very, very happy if you did."
Fuck. Hearing that shattered the last of your logical defences. Every single fibre in your muscles, every hormone in your body scrambled to give her exactly what she wanted… to please her, to make her happy.
"Can you please come for me, amor?" Alexia asked softly, her hand guiding yours one last time.
"Alexia–"
"I'm here," she said gently. "You can let go now, tori."
You broke. Literally. The pleasure washed over you so instantly you didn't have time to mull over it, to decide if you would allow Alexia to see you like this or not. The release was as intense as it was scary, but God, it felt good. You felt your muscles go taut before they all relaxed under Alexia's hand.
"Yes… Just like that. Joder," Alexia whispered with satisfaction as if reciting a prayer. "You look so good. Fuck, I could cum from just watching you."
"Buena niña."
"Hermosa, muy buena for me."
Alexia's words only prolonged your orgasm. She soothed all of your tremors by brushing soft kisses along the curve of your neck and jawline. It was as if she were trying to kiss every single one of your pulse points: the temporal, the apical, the carotid, the brachial, the radial, the popliteal… every single one of them.
But the second the last wave of pleasure subsided, fear instantly reclaimed your nervous system, and before Alexia could even process the shift, you yanked your hand out from under hers, took the hotel blanket, and dragged it straight over your head in a weak attempt to hide.
Under the fake safety of the blankets, you allowed yourself to breathe. It had been so fucking incredible, astoundingly good. But oh God, you were mortified.
Alexia, ever the most patient person in the room, didn't force the blanket off, thankfully. Instead, she simply rested her hand over your waist through the sheets.
"Tori, put this down, will you, bebé?" You could hear the whine in her voice, picturing the pout forming on her lips. "It's so rude to deny me a view of you after that."
"No," you responded pitifully from beneath the blanket. "I-I'm embarrassed."
"Embarrassed about what?" she asked,
"Just… everything."
"Tori, you've seen me come how many times, mhm? A hundred? Maybe more? Now we are a little bit even, don't you think?"
"No," you insisted.
"Okay… " Alexia sighed. "Why don't you want to come out?"
You rolled your eyes into the darkness of the cotton. Wasn't it obvious? "Because I just came," grumbled. "And I'm embarrassed. I've never… nobody had ever seen me like that before."
"Guapa… that was the whole point," she pointed out. "Wasn't it? For you to come?"
You groaned, trying (and failing) to counter her logic. "Well yeah, but initially, I wanted to make you cum."
Feeling defeated, you rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face in the cream pillow.
Alexia took advantage of that, hooking her fingers into the blanket and sliding it down just enough to expose your sweaty, flushed nape. She leaned down and kissed the spot below your ear.
"I miss your face so much…" she murmured. " Let me look at you, tori. It's my favourite view in this whole entire world."
The only response she got was a groan.
"Answer me one thing", Alexia coaxed, her hand trailing a lazy line down your back, her lips never once leaving your neck. "When you make me come, how do you feel?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Answer the question, tori,"
"I feel good," you mumbled against the pillow. "I like making you, well, cum, You sound and look very pretty. I like it. A lot."
"Exactly," Alexia whispered into your ear, her breath warm. "That is exactly how I feel right now. I made you come, bebé. Do you really think I'm going to let you hide that from me?"
You groaned again but finally turned around.
Alexia didn't make a fuss, but the breathless "gracias" that slipped past her lips as she looked down at you was almost sacred.
You locked eyes with her, and the look on her face was one of pure, unadulterated bliss mixed with a smug pride. It hit you like a bullet to the chest. How could you be the reason she looked like that? How could you be the reason that Alexia was this happy, this captivated? You had never, in your entire life, thought yourself capable of causing that kind of reaction in anyone.
She was so painfully beautiful, too. The straight line of her nose, the warmth of her eyes, the flash of her pearly white teeth as she smiled down at you.
You were in so deep, and you had no idea how to swim in this ocean of feelings. There was no lifeboat coming to save you now, was there?
How could you like her this much? How could you have let your guard down so easily? Okay… maybe it hadn't been that easy, but you certainly hadn't fought it as hard as you usually did. You simply let go with Alexia. And it felt so nice. So good. So impossibly pleasurable.
Alexia shifted, laying down and pressing her warm cheek flat over your shirt, right above your breast. Silence washed over the room until she mumbled against the fabric.
"You're rigid like a statue. Relax, tori. You are supposed to relax now."
"I am relaxed," you said, voice stiff and considerably less convincing than you would have liked.
Alexia, apparently in one of her not-so-rare clingy moods, reached up, took your hand and placed it directly on top of her head. "Scratch my head while you pretend to be relaxed," she said.
And, of course, you did because you would do practically anything she asked of you right now. Was it really that easy for Alexia to tell you to do something and for you to just obey? It was so fucking pathetic of you.
God, you loved it.
After you spent a good fifteen minutes of absentmindedly running your fingers through her hair while you still tried to process everything that had just happened, Alexia moved her head and rested her chin on your chest.
"Do you want, by some miracle, to talk about what just happened?"
"No," you said, without an ounce of hesitation.
Alexia pouted at you and it felt like daggers were being purposely dug back and forth into your back.
You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, fine. What do you want to talk about?"
A dangerous smirk spread across her features. "Bien… first of all… I didn't know that my torito liked to obey so much."
"I do not," you snapped back defensively.
"It certainly didn't seem like that," Alexia teased, her voice dropping into a conspiratory whisper. "I could hear how wet you were."
Your face flushed a furious blush, blazing red all over. "Alexia. Stop it."
"I'm just surprised, that's all," Alexia continued, completely unbothered. "I just didn't realise you had that much bottom mentality in you, you know?"
That did it.
You immediately propped yourself up to your elbow, your pride utterly offended. Alexia let out a disappointed whine as she was forced to rearrange herself, no longer able to rest her full weight on top of your chest.
"Excuse me?! Bottom mentality?" you sputtered, glaring down at her. "I'm not a pillow princess if that's what you are implying."
Alexia's smirk only broadened. "Yet."
You deliberately rested your hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer as you switched positions, sending you both stumbling down the mattress. While hovering over her, you brought your face agonizingly close to hers, speaking very slow against her lips.
"Don't forget who fucked you this morning," you murmured against her lips, taking control back. "Who had you in a whimpering mess."
Alexia pouted, her breath hitched, though she refused to yield completely. She rested her palm on your waist, brushing her thumb over it.
"I'm not a bottom," you stated, driving the point home.
The smirk on Alexia's face returned, three times more infuriating than before. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Tori."
She then leaned in to pack your lips softly, pulling back to look at you with the most angelic, innocent face known to humankind. "You look so pretty right now."
Alexia was messing with you. First, she acted like a brat, and now she was looking at you all soft, showering you with sweet compliments.
"Ugh," you sighed, letting your forehead rest against her, speaking the words right into her mouth. "You're driving me insane."
"Tell me I'm pretty, too," she demanded. "Be nice."
"You're pretty," you said, reaching your hand to the back of her neck before trailing it lazily down her bare arm. "You're as pretty as you are annoying."
"So that means I'm very annoying?" she asked.
"That means you are very pretty," you murmured.
Before Alexia could offer another retort, a loud noise came from your stomach. The Catalan's head snapped up, that insufferable smirk making itself known again. "Hungry much?"
"No," you said embarrassingly quickly.
"Right," she said, chuckling as she pushed herself up onto her elbow. "Well, I am. So, what do you think about getting some food?"
You blinked up at her stupidly. "Like… outside of the hotel?"
Alexia tilted her head. "Obviously outside. Don't you remember what Vicky said about the hotel restaurant closing early tonight?"
"So… just you and me?" you asked.
Alexia let out a sigh, and you couldn't help but notice her eyes twinkling with bratty amusement. "Sí, unless you want fifteen more players to join us, Tori?"
You rolled your eyes.
"Come on, hop hop," Alexia coaxed, patting your thigh as she left the bed. "Go get some fresh clothes. We're going out."
"Where?" you asked, sitting up slowly as you pulled the blanket around your waist.
"I know a really good place near here," Alexia said. "It's very casual, stays open late… quiet and private too."
"Alright," you said, more to yourself.
You finally dragged yourself out of the bed. As your feet hit the cold floor, you noticed how your thighs were still slick and tacky, your fingers slightly wet from your wetness. There was no way in hell you were putting on clean clothes like this. You needed a shower, or at least a quick, five-minute rinse to wash what happened in that bed off your skin.
You walked over to your bag, pulled out a fresh pair of underwear and a clean change of clothes, and headed towards the bathroom. You reached for the door handle, ready to turn on the hot water, only to hear Alexia call your name.
"Ay, tori?"
You paused, glancing over her. "Yes?"
"This is a date, by the way. In case it wasn't clear."
You stared at her for a long second, feeling warmth creep up the back of your neck.
"Thank you for making it clear," you replied dryly.
Alexia beamed. "You're welcome, bebé."
A/n: As someone who loves ✨directions✨, I really liked writing the smut scene, but I am sorry if it is a bit weird or not sexy at all, I promise I'll make up for it! <3 I had such a writers block with this oneeeee. This chapter was done a week ago, but I didn't like it <3
Rather than amor going to LCL after her contract expires, maybe she returns to Arsenal?
She’s an Arsenal academy graduate that could be returning and it was also place her in London with Ale. I think seeing them being on opposing London teams facing each other in the wsl and all other national club competitions could be fun.
Hi my lovely. I’ve had a few people say this as well (as an Arsenal fan I would struggle to write long-term for a non-Arsenal reader for a WSL team loll).
I think it could be very interesting to see Amor navigate it all and also Alexia cos if Amor is still in Barça then she’s still connected to the club but if Amor goes then it’s that last little bit, yaknow.
Also it would be fun to see Ale and Amor work all of it out - would Amor mention she might want to leave? When would she do it? Would she get an offer for a Barça extension? Would she get an LCL offer? Would she entertain somewhere like the US or Germany or France? How would Alexia feel? Would there be teething issues? What about living arrangements? (Bromley and St Albans are like 1.5hr drive away)
Again, nothing is set in stone, it really depends on what’s going on at the end of the 26/27 season but a potential Arsenal homecoming is on the cards for Amor
Wait so is Alexia moving to LCL and Amor staying in Barcelona?
Hello, my lovely.
For the 26/27 season, yes, Amor is staying at Barça. After that we shall see.
For this season, I have some thoughts about:
some jealousy fics: Amor being jealous of Ale getting to be with Mapí (Ingrid comes to visit Mapí and Ale, Ingrid and Mapí hang out together and Amor is like … what about me? 😢🥺) and Ale being jealous of Amor (Amor coming to visit but then spends a load of time with Georgia, Lotte, Leah, Alessia, Ona, Mario, Lucy, Keira, etc and Ale is like 😠🥺😢 you came to see me!)
Some about the dynamics of Amor in Barça without Ale: “Team Mum” role as well as her feeling a bit down about missing Ale etc and distancing herself ‘cos she gets it in her head that Patri, Irene, Marta etc were Ale’s friends not hers
Reunions at winter break etc
Amor gets a (minor) injury to her knee and Ale freaks out
Plus some long-distance smut hehe
In my head, Amor is out of contract at the end of next season so …
If Amor does leave Barça, would she go to LCL? I think it could be cool to see the dynamic of Ale and Amor having to navigate playing in the same league but for different teams? But then what team would Amor go to?
Are you still taking beautiful girl requests? If so, this idea inspired by the recent pics alexia posted. Can you do vacation smut fic with amor taking Ale on the boat trip. Amor taking over captaining the boat which ale is very much into and wanting amor to fuck her out in the open on top deck. Amor just wants to take care of all of Ale’s needs before season starts, treating her in all ways.
Hello, my lovely. Now I know that it was a little while since those pictures came out but … it took me a minute to write this. I’ve changed it slightly but it’s still got the overall vibes of what you have asked for. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. To the others that have requested beautiful girl stuff, it is also in the works - it’s just taking me a minute. I’m sorry. Anyways I hope you enjoy it.
Spoilt (18+)
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Description: you and Alexia enjoy your boat trip
TW: Smut, 18+, Semi-public sex (on the top deck of a private boat with no one around), Dirty Talk, Oral sex (R receiving and R giving), Fingering (R giving), Masturbation and Voyeurism (R watching)
A/N: let’s pretend wooden boat decking is actually comfortable to lie on shall we?
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It was blisteringly hot. The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, pouring down a relentless golden heat that made the air shimmer above the water. The surface of the sea was almost unnaturally still, a vast expanse of blue stretching endlessly in every direction. The boat rocked gently beneath the warmth, the only movement in a world that otherwise seemed frozen in time.
Alexia was stretched out on the deck, soaking in the sun with her sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose, completely content in the quiet. She could feel the warmth of the wooden boards beneath her, the occasional breeze brushing against her skin, carrying only the faint scent of salt and summer.
Inside, you were busy with the controls, occasionally calling out something she didn’t quite understand but pretending she did anyway. The truth was, Alexia had barely been paying attention to the boat itself since you had taken over.
Nothing was around for miles. Not a cloud in the sky. Not a gull circling overhead. Not another boat cutting through the water in the distance. No signs of civilisation, no interruptions, no reminders of the outside world. You were utterly, completely alone out there. The thought should have terrified Alexia.
Normally, the idea of being so far away from everything would have made her uneasy. What if something went wrong? What if the boat had an issue? What if you needed help and there was nobody close enough to reach you? But strangely, none of those thoughts ever arrived. Not even a flicker of worry crossed her mind.
Because Alexia was too caught up in you.
She watched you move around the boat with an effortless confidence that suggested you had been doing this for years. The way you handled the controls, the way you checked everything without hesitation, the calm certainty in every movement — it was all so incredibly attractive.
Alexia had no idea you even knew how to do any of this. You had never mentioned it before. When she finally asked where you had learned, you had simply shrugged, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
“Lotte’s family own a boat in the Netherlands,” you had explained. “I learned how to drive that one during my holidays with them, and the controls for this aren’t too different.”
That was it. No dramatic announcement. No attempt to impress her. Just another little thing about you that Alexia somehow hadn’t discovered yet.
She had stood there watching you afterwards, completely distracted. You had looked devastatingly gorgeous with the sunlight catching your skin, your hair moving slightly in the breeze as you stared out over the waves.
Alexia had fallen in love with that image of you. The calm. The confidence. The fact that you always seemed to know exactly what you were doing, even when she was certain you were about to surprise her with something new.
This holiday had been necessary. Not just wanted. Needed. The both of you had been running on empty for longer than either of you wanted to admit. Life had become a constant cycle of responsibilities, expectations and schedules. The stress of Alexia moving, the attempts to figure out what Alexia should keep in Barcelona and what to take with her. The constant decisions that needed to be made. There had been too many days where you were both exhausted, too many moments where you promised yourselves you would slow down but never actually did.
So you had decided.
You had planned everything without telling Alexia a single detail. She had tried to get information out of you countless times, but you had remained completely impossible to read.
“You’re not even going to tell me where we’re going?” she had asked.
“Nope.”
“Not even a hint?”
“Absolutely not.”
“You know I hate surprises.”
“You love surprises when they’re from me.” She had hated that you were right.
The only information you gave her was the dates and the fact that she would need her passport.
When you arrived, Alexia understood immediately why you had kept it secret.
The villa was enormous. Ridiculously enormous. The kind of place that made Alexia stop in the doorway and stare. It was far too big for just two people. There were more rooms than either of you would realistically use, a view that looked almost too perfect to be real, and every possible luxury she could imagine. Pools, plural; a private beach; a sauna; a ginormous kitchen and far too many bedrooms (each with their own full en-suite bathroom).
Her first thought had been how much it must have cost. Her second thought had been that you were absolutely insane.
She had tried to protest. “You didn’t need to do all this,” she had told you.
You had laughed, clearly already knowing she was going to say something like that.
And then you had kissed her. A kiss that made every argument she had prepared disappear instantly. By the time the thought of complaining returned, she had already decided she didn’t care nearly as much as she thought she did.
Especially not when she was standing there watching you cook dinner for her every evening, looking unfairly attractive while wearing increasingly smaller bikinis and acting as though you had no idea exactly what you were doing to her.
The entire trip had felt unreal. Like the two of you had stepped away from everything else and created your own little world.
A shadow moved across Alexia’s face, blocking the harsh sunlight. She frowned slightly before carefully opening one eye.
“Sí?” Yes she murmured, her voice soft and amused.
You stood above her, arms folded, a frown etched on your face. “You’re burning.”
Alexia immediately rolled her eyes. “I don’t burn, mi amor.” You raised an eyebrow. The look alone made her smile. “I’m Spanish,” she added, as though that explained everything. You laughed quietly.
“Skin cancer doesn’t care if you’re Spanish, beautiful girl.” You held out the bottle of sunscreen. “Put some on.”
Alexia stared at the bottle. Then at you. Then back at the bottle. She made no move to take it. Instead, she rolled her eyes and sighed before simply turned over onto her stomach, resting her chin on her arms.
“Do my back?” You shook your head slightly, already knowing she had planned that response.
Still, you knelt beside her. Your eyes moved over her carefully, taking in the warmth of the sun on her skin and the relaxed smile on her face. Alexia noticed immediately on which particular asset your attention lingered and couldn’t resist teasing you.
“See something you like?”
Your eyes flickered back to hers. “Watch it, baby.” Your voice was quiet, playful.
You sprayed the sunscreen across her back, and Alexia gave a small surprised jump at the coolness against her heated skin.
You smiled. “Too cold?”
“Un poco,” a little, she admitted, though the grin on her face suggested she was enjoying every second.
You gently rubbed the lotion into her skin, the two of you surrounded by nothing but endless water and the sound of the boat moving softly beneath you.
“Keep behaving this way,” you whispered, leaning closer, “and I’ll just have to punish you.” You swatted her arse lightly.
Alexia laughed, turning her head slightly to look at you. She should have been worried about being stranded in the middle of nowhere.
She should have been thinking about the distance from shore, the lack of people nearby, the impossibility of anyone finding you quickly if something happened.
But she wasn’t. She trusted you completely. And right then, there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be.
“I’ll be inside.” You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against her shoulder before pulling away. The gesture was gentle, almost effortless, but Alexia still felt herself smile at the affection behind it. “I’ll be back in ten with a margarita?”
Her eyes stayed closed as she relaxed into the warmth of the sun, a small smile tugging at her lips.
“Por favor,” please Alexia mumbled, her voice lazy and content.
For a moment, you stayed there, not quite ready to move away. Your fingers traced lightly along her back, a teasing reminder of your presence before you playfully pinging the string of her bikini bottoms, earning a surprised laugh from her.
“Oye,” she protested, though there was no real annoyance behind it.
You only smiled, clearly pleased with yourself, before pushing yourself back onto your feet.
Alexia opened one eye, watching you stand. There was something about seeing you so comfortable, so completely at ease, that made her heart ache in the best possible way. You had spent the entire trip making sure she was relaxed, making sure she had everything she needed, and somehow you still acted as though taking care of her was the easiest thing in the world.
“Don’t take too long,” she called after you.
You glanced back over your shoulder. “Ten minutes.”
Alexia’s mind replayed your conversation on repeat. “I’ll have to punish you.” The teasing tone. The dangerous look. The way your bikini bottoms covered very little. The way your loose button up covered just enough to tease.
Without second guessing herself, Alexia flipped back over - dutifully spraying the suncream over herself but tugging on the string of her top. The fabric fell away effortlessly.
It was exactly 10 minutes later when you stepped back outside, an icy cocktail in your hand for Alexia. You drank her in - strong muscles, tanned skin, her tattoos on full show, the black and yellow bikini top draped far too artistically for it to be placed there naturally.
You cleared your throat.
Alexia smiled. “Sí?” Yes
“Your margarita, La Reina.”
Alexia groaned. “No me llames así.” Don’t call me that. Her voice sounded beautifully pitiful.
“If you want to act like a spoilt queen, you can’t be mad when I call you that.”
Alexia gasped. “I am not spoilt.” She sat up, propping herself on her elbows and narrowing her eyes at you over the top of her sunglasses.
“Oh really?” You set the glass down on the nearby table. “You aren’t?”
“No, no lo soy.” No, I’m not.
You smiled as you softly spoke. “So you haven’t had this whole trip paid for you, been strapped so good you couldn’t walk without limping the first day we were at the villa, had delicious food cooked to your exact wants whenever you wanted it, got your pussy eaten so goddamn well that your voice is still scratchy after more than 24 hours, been driven out to the middle of nowhere on a private boat, acted like a brat when I asked you to put suncream on, then tried to tease me into fucking you by taking off your top?” You let your eyes wander down to Alexia’s chest. “‘Cos that, la Reina, is called being spoilt.”
Alexia felt the fabric of her bottoms dampen as you spoke. She had been wet before, watching you captain the boat with such assurance, but now … now she was drenched and wasn’t even remotely embarrassed by it.
She swallowed, pupils blown wide. You watched as she floundered for words. “Cat got your tongue?” You said mockingly. Alexia’s chest heaved.
“C’mon, beautiful girl.” You dropped your voice teasingly. “Tell me what you want me to do.” You kissed the corner of her mouth. “There’s no one around, baby.” You gestured to the wide vast blue emptiness surrounding you.
“I could finger you,” you traced a delicate finger along her collarbone. “I could suck on your pretty little clit.” You mapped a line in between her tits. “I know you love when I do that. You cum so quickly when I suck just right and use my fingers to make you see stars.” You pinched her nipple lightly. You laughed almost cruelly as she cried out.
“Orrrr,” you drew out the word as if you were reconsidering something. “Or, I could make you watch as I finger myself.” You danced along her rib cage. Alexia felt the world get even hotter. “Brats don’t deserve to cum, do they, baby?” You traced along her hipbone. She arched into your touch. “Maybe, I could sit on your face.” You snapped at the waistband of Alexia’s ruined bottoms. “Or are you too much of a pillow princess for that?”
Alexia gasped, the sound turning into a half moan as you lowered yourself over her body. “‘M not a pillow princess.” Alexia pouted.
“No?” You kissed her deeply, reaching down to cup her over the fabric. She bucked her hips into your hand. “You’re not a pillow princess, are you, baby? You love making me cum, don’t you.” You whispered against her lips. “You love when I make a mess because of you. When I scream your name. When I cum for you.” Alexia panted, you words echoing in her head as she tried to form a single thought.
“Do you want that, baby?” You teased. “Do you want me to cum for you?” Alexia ground her hips against your hand again. “I think you do.” You laughed. “I know I said you were a spoilt little brat who likes to pretend she absolutely hates when she gets called a queen but …” your voice trailed off. “I think I’ll take my place on my throne.”
You pushed her back completely, the margarita long forgotten as you kissed her. Alexia tasted like the most perfect nectar - sweet and tender with a hint of the ocean salt on her lips. This kiss was messy; a testament to how turned on Alexia was.
Eventually, you pulled back. It took all of your will power to force yourself not to just dive straight in between Alexia’s legs. You slowly, teasingly, crawled your way up Alexia’s body.
“This ok, beautiful girl?” You asked as your knees came level with her tits. Alexia nodded eagerly, a smile blooming on her face as she drank in the sight of you. “Words.” You arched an eyebrow at her.
“Sí, sí.” Yes, yes Alexia’s gaze never left your bottoms, the fabric teasing her, hiding what she wanted more than anything. “Let me taste you, mi amor?”
Your fingers found the strings that were keeping the bows in place. With a few quick tugs, the fabric fell away, landing on Alexia’s chest. You couldn’t help but smile as Alexia’s eyes darkened.
“You gonna let me ride your tongue, beautiful girl?” Alexia nodded, her tongue darting out automatically to lick her lips.
You shuffled forward again, your pussy now in line with Alexia’s lips. She reached up, curling her arms up and resting them on your thighs. You felt her pull you down a little. You chuckled at her eagerness but complied nonetheless.
Alexia’s tongue was magic. There was no other way to describe it. She started slow, working you up, switching between gentle sucks on your clit, small little licks and broader, more expansive strokes.
You fell forward, gasping as you ground your hips against her tongue. “Fuck me. Just like that.” Your voice was breathless.
You felt the bubble begin to grow in your belly. With one hand still supporting your weight, you reached to your own chest, gripping your tit as electricity buzzed through you.
“Jesus,” you moaned, a sharp sound escaping your lips as Alexia worked her tongue in and out of you. “Fuck, baby.” You rocked in time with her movements, using her to get yourself off.
You felt the bubble grow bigger, the band tightening as lightening crackled through your body.
“Focus,” you choked out. “Focus on my clit, baby.” You swallowed, scrunching your eyes. “Be a good girl ‘n’ suck my clit, baby.”
Ever the one to please, Alexia followed your instructions, focussing her attention back on your clit.
“Fuck,” you shouted. “Keep going, baby. I’m so close, so fucking close. Oh, God.”
You felt your toes begin to curl against the wooden decking as Alexia guided you to the edge. It was coming quick and fast now, the band tightening with almost uncontrollable speed.
“Baby!”
You came with a shout. The world exploded into colour and light as a current of pleasure coursed through you.
Alexia licked you through the after shocks. You dropped your head into your arms, chest heaving as you caught your breath.
“You, my beautiful girl,” you swallowed as you swung your leg over her and moved to rest along side her. “You are far too fucking good at that.”
Alexia preened at the praise. You watched here eyes trail from yours down your face and onto your chest. Your top, that really hadn’t been covering much to begin with, had twisted, one boob fully on display whilst the other was still precariously covered (just).
In one quick move, you tugged it off, leaving yourself fully exposed to the sunshine. Thank God no one was around.
“Can I?” Alexia asked. She was already leaning forward, already licking her lips.
“Can you what?” You couldn’t help but tease. She groaned softly.
“Can I show you how …” she swallowed. “Not spoilt … I am?” Her hand found your waist to emphasise her point.
“Hm,” you sighed, whether at the feeling of Alexia’s lips now finally touching your hot skin or as an effort to continue the teasing, you weren’t to sure. “I don’t know, you’d still be getting your own way, La Reina.”
She huffed but ignored your comment as her lips worked effortlessly against your skin. You arched, pushing your bare chest against hers.
“Please, mi amor.” Her voice was muffled by your collarbone as she worked on sucking a small pink patch into your skin.
A small flicker of an idea danced through your head as Alexia settled over you, her pussy pressing up against your thigh. She rocked gently sighing as she did so.
“Using me to get off, pretty girl?” Your fingers found her waist, gripping into the bare skin as she arched. “So much for not being spoilt.”
She ignored you again. “Tan jodidamente sexy.” So fucking sexy Alexia muttered as she kissed a particularly sensitive spot.
You let her explore you body for a for more moments, getting lost in the feeling of her as you gathered your thoughts a little.
As she bit her way down your stomach, you cupped her jaw, stopping her gently and bringing her back up to your face. You kissed her gently, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail.
“If you’re so intend on showing me just how unspoilt you are,” you laughed lightly at her pouty expression. “Why don’t you show me how you get yourself off? How you touch yourself? Show me what you’re going to do when you’re in London, yeah?”
Alexia’s eyes were massive, pupils wide as she registered your words. “Pero,” But she spluttered.
“What, my beautiful girl?” You cooed. “Are you too spoilt to get yourself off? What are you going to do in London, hm?” You kissed her again. “I need to know you can take of yourself.” You tugged lightly on her hair. “I need to know you can make yourself feel so good, beautiful girl. I’ll be here, I can help you, guide you, tell you want to do. Would you like that, mi Reina? Would you like me to tell you how to touch yourself?”
Alexia gasped, “Mi amor.”
“Sí.” Yes, You reached up to kiss her again. “My pretty princess, my queen.”
You rolled gently, pushing her back until she was lying against the decking again.
You let your eyes track down her naked body.
“Let’s get these off, shall we?” You toyed with the strings that held her bottoms together. With an easy tug, they came loose, exposing every inch of her. You hummed appreciatively. “My favourite view,” you smiled as you dipped down to kiss her.
You intertwined your fingers with hers, guiding them down her body and dipping between her thighs. Alexia let her legs drop open.
With your hand still guiding herself, you gathered some of her slick. You both groaned at just how wet she was.
“Touch yourself for me.” You mumbled against her lips.
Alexia swallowed, eyes fixed on yours. You nodded, smiling encouragingly.
“Just your clit for me. Nice and slow.” You kissed the corner of her mouth. “Feel yourself.”
She did as you asked, sighing and letting her eyes slip shut. Your eyes left her face, tracing circuits across her body, lingering at her tits, the small 66 tattoo on her hip, where her hand disappeared between her legs.
“Does that feel good, mi hermosa reina?” My beautiful queen Alexia nodded, letting out a shaky breath.
“What are you thinking about, baby? Tell me, beautiful girl.” You leant down and kissed the underside of her jaw.
“Um,” she squeezed her eyes tighter for a moment. “Joder, I’m thinking about you.” Fuck
“Yeah?” You let your hand trace along her body. “Are you imagining it’s my fingers?” She groaned.
“Mi amor,” Alexia rocked her hips.
“Finger yourself, baby. Carefully,” you added. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
With a whine, Alexia followed your directions. You readjusted yourself, hooking one of your legs over hers and keeping her spread wide.
“That’s it, my love.” You kissed her cheek and moved your hand to squeeze her boob. “What are you imagining?” Alexia moaned loudly, feeling herself tighten around her fingers.
She shook her head, unable to think properly with the pleasure pulsing through her.
“Sí, mi Reina.” Yes, my queen You leant to kiss her, letting your tongue explore her mouth messily. “Dilo en español, si tienes que hacerlo.” Say it in Spanish, if you have to
Alexia nodded. “Joder,” Fuck she writhed, body bowing as another jolt of electricity surged through her. “Tus dedos. Haces que grite.” Your fingers. You making me scream.
You rocked your hips against her thighs your hips matching the pace of her fingers. God, she was stunning.
“I will, baby.” You promised, noticed that her body was twisting in an all too familiar way. “Make yourself cum and then I’ll fuck you with my fingers. I’ll suck on your pretty clit and make you feel so good, my beautiful girl. I bet your clit is huge and puffy right now. I bet you would be soaking my chin if I was eating you out.”
Alexia groaned again, this time higher pitched - a telltale sign she was close to the edge.
“C’mon, mi Reina. Imagine it’s my fingers fucking you so good.” My queen
“Sí, mi niña hermosa. Cum for me.” Yes, my beautiful girl
She shook almost violently as she came, a tidal wave of fire that swept through her body. You watched as she fucked herself through the after shocks, the once blazing fire fizzling out into smouldering embers.
“Joder,” Fuck Alexia said with a smile when she had finally could her breath. “That was intense.” You leant down, kissing her slowly and deeply.
You climbed on top of her, settling yourself between her legs. You could feel the wetness against your hipbone as she let out a wanton moan.
“You know, my beautiful girl. We are going to have to work on your dirty talk,” you teased. “What happens when you’re in London, hey? What happens if I need you? I love your voice, baby, especially when it’s all hoarse and scratchy from all your shouting.”
“No hables de Londres.” Don’t talk about London Alexia grumbled.
You smiled slowly, pushing some hair off her forehead. “Ok, my beautiful girl. London doesn’t exist.”
Alexia reached up, cupping your jaw and guiding you down to her mouth. She kissed you gently, a far cry from the mess your kisses had been earlier.
You knew she was wanting more when she started to push her hips against yours, one heel digging into your arse to provide more contact.
“Careful, sweetheart.” You laughed as you pulled away.
“No,” Alexia sassed. “I did what you asked. I made you cum. And myself.”
You arched an eyebrow. “You’re sounding like a brat right now, baby. Watch yourself.” Alexia only huffed in response. “I think you might be wanting a punishment, hey?” You reached in between your bodies to pinch at her nipple. She cried out at the feeling.
Alexia looked up at you, her eyes wide and innocent - as if she had no idea what you could be referring to. You sighed dramatically, before kissing her swiftly.
You pressed a line of kisses down her body; her jaw, her throat, the valley of her tits, her stomach.
You stopped as you settled yourself between her thighs, her legs widening to encompass your shoulders.
You looked back up at her, winking sinfully and pecking her hipbone. You took one of her hands in yours and guided it to your hair. She got the message, twisting her fingers into the roots and tugging gently. You wiggled your eyebrows playfully. She laughed quietly, the sound morphing into a quiet keen as you licked a broad stripe up her busy.
She tasted divine - sweet and salty that danced on your tongue. You hummed happily, the vibration sending a jolt through Alexia.
Alexia gasped and moaned, a symphony of sounds created just for you as you worked your tongue against her.
You did exactly as you promised her earlier, sucking delicately on her clit and using your fingers to have her eyes rolling back into her head.
Alexia was quick to fall apart this time. She was so turned on by the whole day that it felt like seconds. You watched as best you could, relying more so on your ears. She twisted and rocked in synch with your fingers. You added a second with ease, her body welcoming the additional intrusion happily. Alexia gasped as you added a third, the sting more intense but fading into increased pleasure as you worked your tongue against her clit.
She moaned and gasped, tugging on your hair as she let out a string of Catalan praises. “Que bé, mi amor. Em correré molt fort.” That’s good, mi amor. I’m going to cum so hard.
She didn’t wait for permission. Alexia went flying as an explosion of colour danced behind her eyes. She ground herself against your tongue, taking every inch of pleasure for herself.
It was longer this time. You fucked her gently through the after shocks, waiting until she let go of your hair before you pulled back.
You left a final kiss to her clit, making Alexia jolt before you moved away completely.
“So much for a punishment.” Alexia giggled as you climbed back up her body.
“Oh, baby,” you said wickedly. “This is just the beginning.” You winked dangerously. Alexia blinked, her stomach tightening as you rubbed what was meant to be a soothing pattern along her stomach. “See, whilst I love fucking you, seeing you stretch around my cock, I swear I could cum just watching you.” You swallowed her whimper with a kiss. “It’s just not a punishment, is it?” You smiled. “You see, baby.” You pushed some hair off her forehead. “You were a brat earlier. And brat’s need to be punished, don’t they?”
You waited for Alexia to nod carefully, not breaking eye contact. “So, we’re going to go below deck and shower. I’m then going to drive us back to the harbour. We’re going to go and have a nice meal and enjoy our evening.” Your fingers drifted lower teasingly.
“Then, I’m going to take you back to the villa. I’m going to have you kneel in the living room and I’m going to fuck myself on the couch. I’m going to use your favourite toy and fuck myself so good.” Alexia whined again, her thighs rubbing together at the thoughts blasting through her mind. “You can watch. You can get as close as you want. But you will not touch.” Alexia’s hips bucked.
“And then, then we’re going to go to the bedroom. I’m going to tie you up and I’m gonna put the strap on you and I’m going to ride you and make myself cum again. And you’re going to watch. You’re going to watch my tits bounce, and my pussy stretch open. And I’m gonna fuck myself so good that I make your thighs all messy. But spoilt brats like you, don’t get to touch, do they, la Reina?”
“No, mi amor,” she whispered quietly.
“Does that sound ok, my beautiful girl?” You looked at her intently, telling her silently to tell the truth.
Alexia bit her lips and smiled shyly. “Sí, mi amor.” Yes
Hello my lovelies, so the Beautiful Girl universe has expanded so much, I’ve decided to make a little cheat sheet (for myself loll) about Amor and what her life looks like at the moment. I might make one for the Long Distance universe too. My flight is also delayed some it’s something to do too loll (I just wanna be home)
Amor’s Life So Far
Alexia Putellas x Reader ; Barça Femeni x Reader ; Lionesses x Reader
Description: a summary of Amor’s professional career so far
Beautiful Girl Masterlist
Professional Life
Youth career:
Grassroots club (2002 - 2009)
Arsenal Academy (2009 - 2014)
England U15 (2010 - 2011)
England U17 (2012 - 2015)
Domestic:
Professional debut: 2014 (v Birmingham City)
First official contract: 2014
England (WSL)
Arsenal 2014 - 2018 (Loan: Everton (2015))
General position: defensive or central midfielder (centre back if needed)
Shirt number: 66
Trophies:
League Cup (2018)
Germany (FRAUEN-BUNDESLIGA)
Wolfsburg (2018 - 2021)
General position: defensive (centre back if needed)
Shirt number: 66
Trophies:
Frauen-Bundasliga (2019, 2020)
DFB Pokal (2018, 2019, 2020)
Spain (LIGA F)
Barcelona (2021 - present)
General position: defensive (centre back if needed)
Shirt number: 66
Trophies:
Liga F (2021, 2022, 2023, 2024, 2025, 2026)
Copa de la Reina (2021, 2022, 2024, 2025, 2026)
Supercopa (2022, 2023, 2024, 2025, 2026)
UWCL (2021, 2023, 2024, 2026)
International:
Debut: June 2016 (v Serbia)
Position: defensive midfielder (6) (can play as an 8 or CB when required)
Regularly used substitute by 2018
Mix of starting xi and sub from 2019 onwards
Breakthrough into consistent starting xi and full matches under Wiegman
Tournaments:
2017 Euros (semi-finalists) - came on twice both in group stages (Scotland in ET ; Spain at 75 minutes)
2019 World Cup (semi-finalists [4th place]) - made 4 appearances [started against Scotland (subbed out at 60 mins), subbed in against Japan (around 80 mins), started against Cameroon (played the whole game), subbed in against Norway (around 60 minutes)]
2022 Euros (winners) - starting xi for each match
2023 World Cup (runner’s up) - starting xi for each match
2025 Euros (winners) - starting xi for each match
Goals for England as of start of 2026/27:
2
v Spain, 2022 Euro quarter-finals. Final score 2-1 England
v Spain, 2025 Euro final. Final score 1-1 (3-1) England.
Individual
Ballon d’Or winner 2023
Ballon d’Or runner up 2022, 2024, 2025
BBC Sports Personality of the Year 2022, 2023
Personal Life
Family
Ok relationship with parents. Visits them semi-regularly or they fly out to Barcelona. Not super attached but phone call at least once every few weeks.
Has 2 sisters and 2 brothers. Amor is 3rd out of the 5. Older Brother is a primary school teacher. Older sister is a A&E nurse. Younger brother is a classical pianist. Younger sister is currently still at university studying business but wants to be a food-based content creator
Sexuality
Recognised that she liked girls around 15 years old but didn’t feel the need to come out as she never had a potential partner
Didn’t have a “full” relationship until aged 22
Ended amicably - the man has now come out as gay too (they are still friends and sometimes comes to Amor’s matches)
Friendships
Best childhood friend: Lotte Wubben-Moy / Leah Williamson
Best friends at Lionesses: Lotte Wubben-Moy / Leah Williamson / Georgia Stanway / Alessia Russo / Ella Toone / Niamh Charles / Ellie Roebuck / Keira Walsh / Lucy Bronze
Best friends from Clubs: Alexia Putellas / Ingrid Engen / Mapí León / Patri Guijarro / Mariona Caldentey / Irene Peredes / Marta Torrejon / Alex Popp
Sooo, I’m a catalan speaker and I call cel (that’s cielo in Spanish, sky) to my friends…
Ok I love it. We’re going with Cel (short for Cielo)
Thank you so much my lovely.
Also if my Spanish/Catalan is wrong on any of the fics please nicely correct me. I do know an incredibly small amount so somewhat basic/single words are ok in Spanish and I am aware that when woman are the focus of the conversations, words more typically end in -a.
Saw your post about a nickname for Amor. As a very English individual what about Poppet? Or Pops or Poppy for short.
It’s an older English pet name but still a super cute one.
Omg I love it - can’t believe I didn’t think of that it’s literally what my parents call me.
I call everyone lovely loll but I think that maybe too similar to Amor yaknow
It’s official - Lionesses call Amor, Pop or Poppy (short for Poppet)
Now just gotta write something with them in it loll. I’m thinking either a post Euros win? Or it comes up in the Jealous Ale fic!!
Also I like Feli, but as @lyak12 pointed out it’s a German nickname for Felicitas and she didn’t like it loll so I am open to other ideas. Preferably something happy/cheery ?
In Beautiful Girl, Amor obviously gets called mi amor by Alexia.
She also has a few nicknames from others:
Ingrid calls her solskinn sunshine (after her happiness and general good vibes)
Leah calls her Squish (after her baby face teen years) (it’s a love hate relationship with it)
Lotte calls her Zus sister (because they grew up together)
But I want to write some Barça stories without Alexia (like the Team Mum idea and maybe Amor becoming first choice captain?) as well as some more Lionesses stuff (maybe a jealous Ale fic? Amor goes to London but hangs out with Lotte and Lessi and Leah and Georgia and Ale gets all pouty) but Amor needs a nickname that isn’t amor for those stories, if that makes sense.
I was thinking Feli (shortened from feliç or felicitat happy / happiness in Catalan) for Barça? But that wouldn’t work for the Lionesses.
And I’m kind of struggling for a Lionesses nickname.
She wouldn’t be called it all the time but it’s more for ease of writing where I can have someone call her name or tell someone to ask ___ Y’know?
If anyone has suggestions or ideas it would be greatly appreciated.
missing the nice smut from the beautiful girl series, any inspiration at the moment?
Hello, my lovely. Funny you should say that actually. I am literally just writing a Beautiful Girl smut called Captain O’ Captain. I’m hoping for it to be out on Tuesday? Maybe? No guarantees though.
But, sneak peak below the cut:
TWs: smut, 18+, dirty talk
“C’mon, beautiful girl.” You dropped your voice teasingly. “Tell me what you want me to do.” You kissed the corner of her mouth. “There’s no one around, baby.” You gestured to the wide vast blue emptiness surrounding you.
“I could finger you,” you traced a delicate finger along her collarbone. “I could suck on your pretty little clit.” You mapped a line in between her tits. “I know you love when I do that. You cum so quickly when I suck just right and use my fingers to make you see stars.” You pinched her nipple lightly. You laughed almost cruelly as she cried out.
“Orrrr,” you drew out the word as if you were reconsidering something. “Or, I could make you watch as I finger myself.” You danced along her rib cage. Alexia felt the world get even hotter. “Brats don’t deserve to cum, do they, baby?” You traced along her hipbone. “Maybe, I could sit on your face.” You snapped at the waistband of Alexia’s ruined bottoms. “Or are you too much of a pillow princess for that?”
Alexia gasped, the sound turning into a half moan as you lowered yourself over her body. “‘M not a pillow princess.” Alexia pouted.
“No?” You kissed her deeply, reaching down to cup her over the fabric. She bucked her hips into your hand. “You’re not a pillow princess, are you, baby? You love making me cum, don’t you.” You whispered against her lips. “You love when I make a mess because of you. When I scream your name. When I cum for you.” Alexia panted, you words echoing in her head as she tried to form a single thought.
“Do you want that, baby?” You teased. “Do you want me to cum for you?” Alexia ground her hips against your hand again. “I think you do.” You laughed. “I know I said you were a spoilt little brat who likes to pretend she absolutely hates when she gets called a queen but …” your voice trailed off. “I think I’ll take my place on my throne.”
Hi, my lovelies. Here is another part of the Kiss Me series. Each one is with a different player and about a different type of kiss. I hope you enjoy.
I Missed You
Lucy Bronze x Reader
Description: Lucy comes to pick you up from the airport.
Kiss Me masterlist
Heathrow was mercifully quiet. Whether it was the time or the particular day you weren’t too sure, but you weren’t complaining that the lines were significantly shorter than you had been expecting. The usual hum of chaos felt muted, like someone had turned the volume down on the world. Suitcases still rattled over tiled floors, announcements still echoed overhead, but everything seemed softer somehow, less urgent. It gave you space to breathe, to think (though thinking was exactly what you’d been trying not to do for most of the flight).
You watched on your map as the little blue dot that signified you moved closer and closer to the green pinprick. Each step felt lighter than the last. You hadn’t realised just how tightly wound you’d been until now, until the distance between you and her shrank into mere metres.
Lucy was exactly where you expected her to be, underneath the Arrivals sign, leaning against the pillar, two coffees in a cardboard holder. She looked so … normal. Like she hadn’t spent days existing in your absence, like she hadn’t been reduced to a voice through your phone speaker and a name lighting up your screen. She was real, solid, right there.
You physically felt weight lift from your shoulders. Weight you didn’t even know was there until it was gone. Your chest loosened, your breathing deepened, and for a moment you just stood there, taking her in. The familiar slope of her shoulders, the way her hair fell slightly messier than usual, like she’d run her hands through it too many times. She looked up, as if sensing you before she even saw you, and when her eyes found yours, everything else blurred into the background.
“Hey, pretty girl.” Lucy’s voice was soft and sweet. You melted.
“Hello, Luce.”
Lucy threw one arm around your shoulders, tucking you into her side like it was the most natural thing in the world, like you’d never been apart at all. The coffee carrier shifted slightly in her other hand, but she didn’t seem to care.
She smelled like cherries and that smell that was uniquely her; warm and comforting and so deeply familiar it made something in your chest ache. You leaned into it without thinking, pressing closer, grounding yourself in her presence.
“Missed you,” you muttered, lips brushing against the fabric of her hoodie.
Her arm tightened around you, just slightly, but enough for you to notice. Enough for you to feel it.
“How was the flight?” she asked when you pulled back, her eyes scanning your face like she was checking for something. Tiredness, maybe, or reassurance that you were really here.
“Ok,” you shrugged. “There was a service dog on the flight and it reminded me of Narla.” You pouted, the image of the small white dog flashing in your mind, her soft fur, the way she would curl up against you without asking.
Lucy’s expression softened instantly. “She’ll be so excited to see you.” She smiled, her eyes locked on your lips like she was trying not to be too obvious about it.
“Not as excited as I am.”
“Sometimes I think you miss her more than you miss me.”
“Eh, don’t take it personally.” You teased, the corner of your mouth lifting.
Lucy narrowed her eyes at you, though there was no real heat behind it. “Kiss me and I’ll forget all about it.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
Her lips were soft and gentle against your own, warm and familiar in a way that made your stomach flip despite yourself. The kiss wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate, it was something slower, something deliberate. Like she was reminding herself of you, reacquainting herself with something she’d missed just as much as you had.
Your hand came up instinctively, fingers brushing against the side of her neck, feeling the steady pulse beneath her skin. She leaned into it, just slightly, her breath catching for a fraction of a second before settling again.
When you pulled back, neither of you moved very far. Your foreheads hovered close, your noses almost brushing.
“Hi,” she murmured, softer this time.
“Hi.”
There was a moment where neither of you said anything. You just looked at each other, taking in the details you couldn’t quite capture over video calls. The tiny freckle near her jaw, the faint crease between her brows, the way her eyes crinkled just slightly when she smiled.
Lucy cleared her throat eventually, though she didn’t step away. “I got you your usual,” she said, lifting the coffee carrier slightly.
“You’re actually perfect.”
“I know.”
You huffed out a quiet laugh, taking one of the cups from her. The warmth seeped into your hands instantly, grounding you further. Everything about this moment felt like slipping back into something you hadn’t realised you’d been missing so deeply.
“Come on,” she nudged gently. “Let’s get you out of here.”
You fell into step beside her easily, your shoulder brushing against hers as you walked. The airport didn’t seem quite as quiet anymore, but it didn’t matter. Your focus had narrowed entirely to her; to the way her hand occasionally bumped yours, like she was debating whether to take it or not.
You made the decision for her.
Your fingers slipped into hers, threading together naturally, like they’d been waiting to do it all day. She glanced down briefly, a small smile tugging at her lips before she squeezed your hand.
“Missed this,” she admitted.
“Yeah?” you glanced at her.
“Yeah.” She paused for a second. “Missed you.”
The sincerity in her voice made something in your chest tighten, in a good way. You squeezed her hand back.
“Good,” you said lightly. “Because I missed you more.”
“That’s definitely not true.”
“It is actually. I kept count.”
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet, here I am. Still your favourite person.”
She didn’t argue with that. Instead, she just glanced at you again, her expression softening in that way that always made your stomach flip.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “You are.”
The walk to the car felt shorter than it should have, like time had decided to speed up just to spite you. One moment you were weaving through the terminal, the next you were stepping out into the cool air, the faint smell of rain lingering.
Lucy’s car was parked not too far away. She unlocked it with a quick click, dropping her coffee into the holder before moving to open the boot for your bag.
“I’ve got it,” you protested half-heartedly.
“I know,” she said, already lifting it out of your hands anyway. “But let me.”
You watched her for a moment, the easy way she moved, the familiarity of it all. It settled something in you, something that had been restless for days.
When she closed the boot, she looked at you again, tilting her head slightly. “What?”
“Nothing,” you said, though your smile gave you away.
She stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her again. “You’re staring.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Obviously not,” she said, a hint of a grin tugging at her lips. “I am very attractive.”
You rolled your eyes, but your hand came up to tug lightly at the sleeve of her hoodie anyway. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
You leaned in, pressing another quick kiss to her lips. Shorter this time, but no less warm.
“Gladly.”
She hummed softly against your mouth before pulling back, her hand briefly brushing against your cheek. “Come on,” she said again, softer this time. “Let’s go home.”
Home.
The word settled somewhere deep in your chest, warm and steady. And as you slid into the passenger seat, watching her circle around to the driver’s side, you realised that for the first time in a while, everything felt exactly where it was supposed to be.
Omg Ellie kildunne is my latest obsession so Woso x Ellie kildunne is elite
Hi my lovelies. So I love this and I also love Ellie Kildunne loll. I hope you enjoy
Fun and Games
Ellie Kildunne x Williamson!Reader ; Leah Williamson x sister!Reader
Description: you and your girlfriend decide it would be fun to play a little game on your sister.
“And this is Ellie,” Leah said, extending her hand out to show Ellie off like she was presenting some stranger instead of one of the most dangerous temptations you’d ever met.
You looked up, locking eyes with the curly-haired woman. Those warm, brown eyes widened slightly before she smiled - soft, knowing, already amused.
“You’ve met before, right?” Leah added, oblivious as always when she thought she was being perceptive.
“Once or twice,” you agreed, giggling under your breath as Ellie extended her hand to you. You took it, trying not to react (failing miserably) as she squeezed your fingers three times.The signal.
Her signal. Her I missed you.
“Bub, c’mon, it’ll be fun.” Ellie’s voice had been syrupy sweet in your ear, her arms around your waist as she tried to convince you to join in on the little plan she and Leah had cooked up.
You couldn’t deny it, the idea of being in a room with both of them, pretending like nothing was happening, watching Ellie steal glances and smirks at you, well, that did sound fun in a twisted way.
“To be fair, I have no idea how she hasn’t clocked on yet,” you’d muttered, leaning into Ellie. You weren’t exactly private with the fact you were dating someone. Your sister knew you were seeing a woman. Knew she was relatively known. Knew you wanted to keep it quiet until you were both ready.
But honestly? You’d assumed Leah would have shown more interest. Maybe asked a question beyond “Are they nice?” or “Do they treat you well?” The classic older sister stuff.
Instead, Leah had treated the whole thing like you’d told her you’d bought a new pair of trainers.
“So, is that a yes?” Ellie had asked then, pressing a lazy kiss to your collarbone.
“Who am I to deny my pretty girl, hm?” you’d answered, brushing a curl from her forehead before she squealed and wrapped you tighter in her arms.
You’d laughed, helpless for her.
Now here you were, trapped in the world’s most boring, stuffy awards-hall, watching your sister schmooze and charm every important person in arm’s reach while you sipped a drink and attempted to stay awake.
The room was hot, overcrowded, and didn’t have nearly enough chairs, probably some metaphor about women’s sports and resources if you cared enough to pay attention. But mostly, you were just annoyed you weren’t horizontal on the sofa, Ellie starfished across your body while some stupid show played unwatched in the background.
Instead, you’d been dragged along by Leah, who was collecting yet another award. You loved her, obviously. But love didn’t make formal events any less mind-numbing.
“So,” Leah said casually, which immediately meant she was prying. “How’s your day been?”
“I spent my day with you, Le. You know how my day’s been.” You raised an eyebrow, sipping your drink pointedly.
“I also know you’ve been glued to your phone. And-”
“Hello again.” Ellie’s soft Yorkshire accent cut in, a melodic interruption that practically vibrated down your spine.
“Hi.” You bit back a smile as the familiar warm hand ghosted across your lower back.
“I was going to ask if you want a drink, but I can see you already have one.” Ellie’s attempt at subtle flirting was laughably transparent. You raised your eyebrow, gave her a slow once-over and drained your drink in one go.
“I could do for another,” you said lightly, tipping your head as you looked at her.
Your gaze scanned along her body - shameless, approving. She was wearing the simple black suit she’d shown you earlier in the week, the one you’d spent far too long running your hands over, admiring the tailoring on her in a way that had nothing to do with fashion.
“Bub,” Ellie giggled later, her head dropping back when you pressed your lips along her neck.
“Hmmm?” you murmured into her warm skin, your teeth grazing lightly.
She let out another breathy laugh as your hands traced the lines of her blazer. “I take it you like it?”
“Like it?” You pulled back to look at her properly. “Try love.”
Your hand came up to cup her jaw, holding her still as you kissed her hard enough that she made a tiny, needy sound you’d replay in your mind for days.
She looked incredible. The blazer, the matching trousers, the cropped top beneath that showed the upper lines of her abs. She looked strong, confident, devastatingly attractive.
“Shame I won’t get to touch what’s mine on the actual night,” you whispered, brushing another quick kiss at the corner of her mouth.
She rolled her eyes, though it did little to hide her smile before she pulled you in again.
“What are you doing?” Leah hissed suddenly in your ear, grabbing your elbow with big-sister authority and yanking you away from the bar.
You stumbled, laughing under your breath. It had been an hour or so now, and you’d stopped bothering to hide anything. A wandering hand here, a wink there, a comment that definitely would’ve been flagged by a film rating board.
“What do you mean?” you asked, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face.
“You’re outwardly flirting with Ellie.”
“Am I?”
Your perfected innocent look was unmatched. Being the youngest Williamson always helped - you’d mastered the puppy-dog eyes long ago.
“Yes!” Leah whisper-snapped.
“Oh.” You shrugged, giving her a tiny smile, because winding up your sister was practically a sport.
“Oh?” Leah shook her head, running her hand through her hair like she couldn’t quite believe you. “You’re flirting. With someone I know has a girlfriend. And as someone with a girlfriend, I don’t think you should be doing that.”
You shrugged again because you knew exactly how to push every button she had.
Behind her, Ellie looked delighted, like she’d been waiting weeks for this precise moment.
“Hey, s-Ellie?” you called over Leah’s shoulder, her name tasting strange when you said it. “Can I get your number?”
“Sure.” Ellie’s grin widened behind Leah, her expression an absolute menace.
Leah spun around, glaring between you both. “Seriously?”
Ellie blinked, masking her smirk. “What? She asked nicely.”
Leah stared her down. “You have a girlfriend.”
“I do,” Ellie said cheerfully. “A very jealous one. Super beautiful. You’d like her.”
You coughed into your hand to hide your laugh.
Leah pinched the bridge of her nose. “You two are impossible.”
Ellie raised her brows, feigning innocence. “What’d I do?”
“You … both of you … stop being weird,” Leah ordered, then pointed a finger at you. “And stop trying to steal someone’s girlfriend.”
You hummed, leaning casually against the wall. “Good thing I’m not stealing her then.”
Leah narrowed her eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Ellie bit her bottom lip, looking like she was fighting for her life not to explode into laughter.
“It means,” you said slowly, savoring the dramatic pause, “that maybe your information is a little out of date.”
Leah frowned. “What? No. I literally just saw Ellie with her girlfriend last month. Fans took pictures!”
Ellie winced. “About that…”
“That was me,” you cut in.
Silence.
Leah blinked once. Then twice.Then again, as if her brain needed to reboot.
“That-w-no-what?” Her voice pitched up half an octave. “That’s not-no. She had different hair.”
“I cut it,” you reminded her.
“She had different clothes!”
“Elle steals your clothes all the time,” you pointed out.
“And she wasn’t … you weren’t… oh my god.” Leah dragged her hands down her face. “The two of you were standing right next to each other. You think I don’t know what my own sister looks like?”
Ellie shrugged. “In your defense, she had a hat on. And sunglasses.”
“And a scarf, and my jacket,” you added.
“WHY?” Leah practically yelped.
“We weren’t official yet,” Ellie said with a sheepish grin. “Didn’t want the cameras catching anything too soon.”
“So you disguised her, badly, so you could kiss in public like a pair of teenagers?”
“Worked, didn’t it?” you said.
Leah stared between you both again, eyes wide with horrified understanding. “I cannot believe this. I introduced you two like you’d never met!”
Ellie snorted. “You did look very proud of yourself.”
“Oh my GOD.” Leah threw her hands up. “I’m leaving. I’m going to get a drink. And maybe scream.”
She stormed off, muttering something about needing new sisters and friends who weren’t deranged.
As soon as she was gone, Ellie pressed against your side, her shoulder bumping yours. “You’re evil.”
“Me?” You tilted your head innocently. “You’re the one who suggested we mess with her.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually flirt with me in front of her!”
“You didn’t seem to mind.”
She grinned. “I really didn’t.”
You leaned into her, lowering your voice. “You have a terrible poker face.”
“I know.” Ellie looped her pinky around yours, subtle and hidden between your bodies. “But I’m very good at loving you.”
Your breath caught, not the first time she’d said it, but the first time she said it while grinning like you hung the stars.
You nudged her playfully. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to get mushy.”
“Please do. I love when you get mushy.” She rocked onto her heels, excited. “Now come on. Leah’s already suffered enough. Let’s go rescue her.”
You laughed, letting her tug you back toward the crowd.
Leah spotted you two approaching and groaned dramatically. “No. Absolutely not. Stay away.”
You melted instantly. “Leeeaaaah,” you whined.
“Don’t whine at me,” Leah said, pointing at her like a stern teacher. “You’re in trouble.”
☆ Summary: Being Barça's newest signing is the easy part. The real challenge is letting someone get close. With Alexia, things quickly turn physical, and while you have no problem taking control, letting yourself be seen is a different story. But Alexia isn't used to being kept at a distance.
☆ Word Count: 6.6k
☆ Warnings: Ale's very babygirl • reader is grumpy • golden retriever and black cat vibes • Ale's on her period • literally just vibes no plot.
☆ A/n: Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! <3333 This is, once again, a direct continuation from where we left off.
Part 6 here
The day had been horrible.
Mostly because it had begun so well and unravelled so badly, and even though it was only five in the afternoon, you were certain it wouldn't get any better from here.
Cuddling with Alexia in the morning had been wonderful, even if it had terrified you a little bit. Having sex with her was amazing; that part wasn't the problem at all, even if it had made you both late to breakfast. Watching Alexia shower afterwards had been honestly a divine experience, even if you were in a rush and couldn't fully enjoy the view.
But then came the soreness, the ibuprofen, and that rather cryptic phrase she had said in the hotel room, the one you still hadn't quite worked out what to do with.
"You have to decide, torito. Your rules. If they still apply or not."
You sighed, shifting against the brick wall of the stadium park. You hadn't known how to process her words then, and you certainly didn't now. Instead, you had done what you always did and disappeared into your own head.
The air was cold around you, while the setting sun washed the Sevilla sky in shades of pink and orange. You took a deep breath, but Alexia filled your thoughts the same way the ocean filled the lungs of unsuspecting swimmers – burning from the inside out, starving every cell of oxygen before leaving them to die an agonising death.
The asphyxiating overthinking was precisely why you had needed thirty minutes to change after the final whistle. You had needed space away from the mistake you had made on the pitch, away from Alexia snapping at you, away from Patri and Kika's gentleness, away from the dangerous voice screaming in your head that Alexia detested you now.
And look where that logic had got you... Getting called out for letting Kika hug you, watching Alexia admit her jealousy with trembling lips before she kissed the top of your head and walked away, leaving you alone.
You wondered if she had done that to process everything that had happened.
"I do notice," her voice echoed in your brain. "When you're not there."
You closed your eyes, but instead of seeing Alexia, you saw the same image behind your eyelids for what felt like the sixteenth or seventeenth time since the final whistle.
The stupid (tiny!) gap you left right in front of the box. The Sevilla girl running. The goal that sealed the defeat.
Now, as you stood in the stadium car park watching a mechanic inspect the underside of the team bus, the scoreboard that no longer existed anywhere except the back of your mind still glowed one-nil. The old voice that you had spent months gradually learning to argue with had found its footing again after the match, and it showed no sign of leaving.
You don't belong at a club like this. The voice was so calm and certain and fucking annoying. Today just reminded everyone.
You knew it wasn't true. You knew the voice in your head wasn't always right, that you shouldn't trust it, but it didn't matter. The thought had already dug its roots in deep, and it was going to require an exhausting amount of mental energy to pull it back out, perhaps days.
A loud and metallic sound snapped you back to the reality of the car park. You looked up just in time to see the mechanic lift an important-looking piece of metal that you were pretty sure wasn't meant to come out of the engine… but not that you were an expert in buses or anything.
The bus back to Barcelona had broken down right outside of the stadium after everyone had already climbed aboard. The plan had been to head back home right after the game; that was why everyone had packed their bags, but it seemed like a change of plans would be necessary.
Marta, sitting near the front of the bus, had overheard the driver complaining about something and passed the news to Caro, who leaned across the aisle to tell Esmee. Within about thirty seconds, the information had spread through the entire bus in a broken-telephone manner. Which meant everyone had to haul their (heavy!) belongings back off the bus and out into the cool evening despite having spent ninety minutes running and fighting on the pitch. Unsurprisingly, everyone was tired and not particularly pleased with the situation.
"We broke down?" Ona asked, a childlike pout forming on her face.
"We broke down," Marta confirmed.
"Yeah, of course we did," you muttered under your breath. This occurrence was so fitting for a day like today, almost poetic.
Pere appeared from the front of the bus, phone pressed to his ear, wearing the expression of a man who had already mentally checked out for the day hours ago and was operating on nothing but professional obligation. He held up a hand for quiet, finished his call, and looked over at the team.
"The bus is staying here tonight," he said. "And so are we. They can't fix it until tomorrow morning, so we have to go back to the hotel."
A beat of silence fell over the team.
"So… the hotel here in Sevilla," Vicky asked slowly, processing the news. "The one we just checked out of?"
"Yes."
"And we're staying another night…?" She continued
"Yes."
"That's good, actually," Cata chimed in. "I forgot my good shoes in the hotel gym..."
"This whole trip is so horrible," Syd sighed. Her headphones were resting around her neck, spilling out a song far too melancholy for this situation.
"Maybe it's your fault," Clara said in a bored voice, her arms crossed over her chest. "Your horoscope was predicting all kinds of bad things, and we still agreed to let you come with us."
"Agree to let me come?!" Sydney shot back, exasperated. "It's not like I can just skip a match because my sun sign happens to be in a terrible position!"
"Yeah, yeah, but–"
"Enough," Alexia's voice cut through the air. "Both of you. Quiet."
They fell instantly quiet, and so did everyone else.
"Oh," Vicky said in a hushed whisper, nudging Kika's side. "Capi's mad.
And so… they waited. And waited.
The mechanic was still beneath the broken-down bus, poking and prodding while everyone waited for ubers. Needless to say, the whole squad was scattered in various forms of shared misery.
Cata was sitting on her travel bag with her headphones in, looking like she very much did not want to be bothered. The younger girls, meanwhile, had clustered around Alexia, the way they always did when something went wrong on a game day.
It was almost endearing from a distance.
Alexia was visibly grumpy, yet as though drawn by some collective gravitational pull, the kids had gathered around her anyway. Aicha was perched on the low wall beside her, Vicky on her other side, Clara nearby, and Syd hovered just behind.
All of them were talking nonstop and overlapping each other, clearly discussing anything and everything unrelated to football just to distract themselves, or maybe distract Alexia. They didn't like it when she was in one of her so-called moods.
At one point, Alexia muttered something short and dry, and the girls immediately laughed. Alexia looked faintly pained by how easily she had made them laugh when she was trying so hard to be unavailable and intimidating.
You watched as she pressed her face briefly into her hands before looking up again. She was, you realised, trying very hard to project the image of a captain who was perfectly fine, the untouchable leader who certainly wasn't eating herself alive over the defeat.
Patri was right; Alexia was extremely competitive, far too hard on herself.
A few meters away, Kika, Patri and Esmee were leaning against the side of the bus, sharing a bag of salty snacks.
"Look at her," Kika whispered, putting a chip into her mouth and motioning toward Alexia with her chin. "Ale looks like a stressed-out mother duck whose ducklings won't stop misbehaving."
"Do not let her hear you say that," Patri said teasingly. "She's five seconds away from making them run drills around the car park just to get some peace of mind."
Esmee shrugged. "That's totally on her, though. I bet she can't sleep until she's convinced every new blaugrana kid feels welcome… and then they grow attached to her."
"Like leeches," Kika said, watching Vicky shove a phone right in Alexia's face while Clara rested her head on Alexia's shoulder, eating a bag of biscuits and letting crumbs fall all over the captain's shirt.
"Like leeches," Patri agreed. "Very annoying leeches."
"She's miserable," Esmee added as Syd set up her phone to film a tiktok, making sure Alexia was unmistakably right in the middle of the frame. The catalan rolled her eyes, shushing Syd and shooing the phone away.
"Nah," Kika countered. "She's right where she wants to be."
Then their attention shifted to you instead.
Patri held up a hand to wave you over. Urgh, more socialisation, but you went over anyway.
"Hi," you said drily, though you didn't hesitate to accept the chips Patri offered.
"Still upset?" Esmee asked nonchalantly.
"No," you lied.
Patri chuckled. "Yeah, right. You look like a puppy that's just been kicked out of its home, but of course you aren't upset."
"We'll recover from the loss, amiga!" Kika said cheerfully. "Don't worry about it–"
"I'm not upset about the game," you interrupted. It was a half-truth.
"What are you upset about, then?" Esmee pressed.
"Nothing," you said quickly, instantly regretting opening your mouth.
Patri and Kika shared a smirk "Let me guess," Patri began. "Problems in paradise?"
You glared at her. "There is no problem."
"Oh, but there is a paradise?" Patri teased back.
"This is exactly why I don't talk to you people," you grumbled, taking another chip.
"You are awfully private," Kika said dramatically, rolling her eyes. "That's soo rude! I literally tell people everything."
"That's kind of a problem on its own," Esmee murmured.
"Don't try to defend her," Kika shot back. "You two are way too alike. Why did we only find out you were dating on your three-month anniversary?!"
"Because I wasn't dating any of you," Esmee deadpanned.
Kika nudged Patri. "Can you help me out here?"
Patri chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Chica, you won't get any information out of Y/n or Esmee by asking. You have to observe."
You stood there stone-faced as they continued to analyse your supposed love life as if you weren't standing right in front of them. You took that as a clue to step back from their circle.
Your eyes drifted across the car park back to Alexia. You looked away before she could catch you staring, though deep down, a part of you wanted her to see you. You were used to hiding; it felt safe, but with Alexia, you wanted to be perceived.
Yet she didn't look up; she turned to her phone instead.
It is a joy to be hidden and a disaster not to be found.
Her uber notification must have come through, because she checked her phone and tapped the screen (rather aggressively) before looking around the car park. Her warm, honey-coloured eyes found yours.
She stepped away from her ducklings, who were practically breathing down her neck and walked the small distance between you.
"Hey," Alexia murmured, keeping her voice down so only you could hear as she held up her phone to show the app. "You're coming with me, right?"
You looked at the screen, then glanced past her. The kids were already lingering a few steps behind her, pretending they didn't care while obviously waiting for her to decide who was getting in her uber.
They were praying for a spot in the car. Cute. They really did admire Alexia like an older sister.
"I don't think there's space," you said, gesturing to the situation with a tilt of your chin.
Alexia glanced over her shoulder quickly, assessed the kids, and turned back to you.
"We'll meet at the hotel then," she said simply.
And that was it.
She turned, and without a single word, the girls simply followed, falling into step behind her in a loose cluster, their voices already rising in volume around her. Aicha said something that made two of them laugh, and even Alexia smiled a bit. She could pretend to be grumpy, but those girls were her ultimate weakness; she could never keep it up for long.
You looked down at your own phone; your uber was four minutes away.
Another night in the hotel room, you thought. Another night with Alexia… maybe?
You shook your head, trying to clear your mind. You shouldn't be thinking about this right now.
She seemed alright with you again – she had just told you she would meet you at the hotel, right? But what exactly does "meeting at the hotel" mean? Sharing a room again? Or going to separate rooms? Had the plumbing issue been fixed? Should you be asking to stay with Kika instead? No, better not; Alexia would have an aneurysm… So, maybe Esmee?
Patri couldn't fit in your uber ride, so she stayed behind to catch the next one with Cata and Pina. That left you sandwiched between Kika and Esmee in the backseat for the entire twenty-three-minute drive, during which Kika could not, for the life of her, shut the hell up.
By the time the car finally pulled up outside of the hotel, Kika had told so, soo many terrible jokes, and Esmee had rolled her eyes at every single one of them.
When you walked into the hotel, the first thing you noticed was how much quieter the lobby was compared to that morning. A few of your teammates were visible through the restaurant window: Clara and Aicha at a table near the back, Aitana sitting with Pajor right beside them, having an early dinner from the look of it.
You continued to walk until you saw her.
Alexia was sitting in one of the leather armchairs near the check-in desk; her travel bag was at her feet and her phone in her hand. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her pink lips were set in a pout. She looked composed, but tired. You wanted to cover her face in soft kisses, to smooth out the exhaustion on her brow.
Alexia looked up the moment you stepped through the doors. Without saying a word, she stood, picked up her bag, and crossed the lobby toward you.
"Vamos?" she said simply. [let's go]
"I have to check in again," you said, looking at the front desk.
"I've already done it for both of us," she said casually. "Come on."
"Oh, alright… yeah," you said, caught slightly off guard by how seamlessly she had handled it. "Thank you."
You followed her to the lift, and neither of you acknowledged the fact that she had been sitting in the lobby waiting for you when she could have already been upstairs beneath a scalding shower.
She had waited for you, you thought.
The lift was empty when it arrived at the lobby. You stepped inside, and Alexia pressed the button. You watched the doors close and stood beside her. The silence between you wasn't uncomfortable; it was just filled with exhaustion. The complete "emotional rollercoaster" of the day had drained you both.
The floor numbers climbed and seemingly did not stop doing so. You were tired. You wanted to sleep, but your brain was already spiralling, waiting for the conversation about the room assignments to come.
Were you sharing again? Well, it was kind of obvious you were…. Unless she had only checked you both in because it was easier? Should you ask for a key to a separate room? Something in your gut told you Alexia would be upset if you did so.
Before your thoughts could settle, her hand brushed against yours. She didn't take it; her fingertips simply rested against your knuckles for a second.
You loved her warmth, loved how soft her skin felt against you. An ache settled in your bones; it said you didn't deserve to touch her today; you didn't deserve her softness. Still, you didn't pull away.
When the doors opened on your floor. Alexia withdrew her hand and stepped out first. She walked down the hallway with familiarity, stopping in front of the exact same door from this morning. Alexia didn't make a big deal out of it; she just held the door open for you as if sharing space again was the most natural thing in the world.
You dropped your bag beside the bed and sat on the edge of the soft, queen-size mattress. And then, before your rational mind could even register the room, the walls, the mattress beneath you, or Alexia's proximity, the match began again.
It replayed behind your eyelids over and over. You saw every angle of it, every bad decision you made.
Alexia was standing in the middle of the room. She was never one to sit when she was thinking too much about something, so instead, she began moving around the room back and forth, moving from one wall to the other like a broken pendulum.
"We were too passive after halftime," she said, her voice tight with frustration. "Don't you think?"
"I was out of position," you said to the floor.
"We just weren't pressing them enough in the second half… we weren't coordinated. Everyone was doing their own thing… I should have stepped up sooner and reorganised us."
"I read the run wrong," you muttered, ignoring her analysis to focus on your flaw. "I saw the forward making her move, and I waited a second too long… I never wait too long; I don't know what happened!"
Alexia kept pacing, making you dizzy. "We gave them too much space; they had their whole wings to themselves! What was I thinking when I told Esmee to focus on the centre?"
You ignored Alexia right back, locked in your own mind loop… Neither of you was listening to the other. Alexia kept pacing and pacing while you hadn't even taken your shoes off yet.
"Honestly, it's all my fault," you said bitterly "If I had been better positioned, a bit further to the left, that ball might never have reached Cata."
That finally made Alexia stop pacing. She turned to look down at you. "You can't blame yourself for–"
"I watched it back during the drive here," you said. "I was the only one between her and Cata–"
"Which means nine other players on that pitch – myself included – failed before she ever got that close to the goal." Alexia countered.
"But I am the full-back, Ale." Your voice came out flat. "If they score, that's on me. That's my job. That's what I'm here to do, you know? To defend, or well, try to. The game is on me."
Something softened in Alexia's expression, and suddenly she didn't look like a captain trying to comfort a teammate. She looked like… You weren't quite ready to name what she looked like.
"Tori, I was too hard on you," she said, her voice gentle. "I'm sorry."
"No, Ale, it was a fair point, okay?" you said, deflecting immediately. "You don't have to be sorry for–"
"Don't say I was just doing my job," she interrupted. "My job doesn't mean being rude to you."
You tilted your head, analysing her. "You correct other players too," you pointed out. "You don't tell them you are sorry."
She seemed almost confused by her own actions. "I-I, well, I always corrected them, yes, but I'm not half as harsh with them as I was with you…I'm not apologising for the note," she said slowly. "I'm apologising for how I said it. There's a difference."
You opened your mouth, but then closed it. The room felt awfully quiet. You wanted to scream into its void just to break the tension.
"I'm sorry," she repeated.
"I know," you muttered. "Me too."
She looked at the ceiling, then looked at the floor, rubbing her neck.
"I'm the defending midfielder," she said, beginning to vent, "If we don't score, if the press falls apart, if we can't hold possession… that's on me. The whole game is on me," she added, parroting your exact words back.
"Great," you deadpanned. "So we were both terrible at our job, huh?"
"Apparently."
"Wonderful," you said. "Really brilliant. Excellent day's work from both of us."
"Remarkable."
You got up from the mattress and walked past her, going to the window and pulling it open. You breathed in the evening air; it was such lovely weather for such a disaster of a day. When you turned around a few moments later, Alexia still hadn't sat down. Her arms were crossed.
"I had it," she muttered, pacing again. "We could have the game under control; we knew their pattern… I knew their-"
"You can't track every run perfectly for ninety minutes-" you tried to reason.
"I almost always do," she rolled her eyes.
"Almost is the word of the day," you said. "Honestly, we were all rubbish today. Stop putting it all on yourself."
"Stop being reasonable," she grumbled. "I just want to be annoyed."
"Then be annoyed."
"I am."
She let herself fall to the bed with a sigh. You wandered over and dropped down beside her, both of you staring up at the cream ceiling.
"So, we both played badly, we're stuck in this hotel for another night because the bus decided to break down, and it has been a genuinely horrible day."
"Yes," you said simply.
"Good," she said, her side pressing slightly against yours. "So glad we agree on one thing."
"...Were we really just arguing about who failed more?" she continued.
"Yes."
Alexia was about to respond when a knock interrupted her.
Before either of you could even process it, the latch clicked, and the door swung open. In mere seconds, the two of you scrambled up, and by the time the door swung open, you were standing very stiffly near the foot of the bed while Alexia had somehow ended up leaning against the small wooden desk as if she had been there all along doing God knows what.
Vicky stood in the doorway, taking in the room with her sharp, brown eyes.
"Irene sent me," Vicky announced, completely unfazed by the sudden intrusion she just made, "She said if you don't come down to get something to eat now, Capi, the dining room is going to close,e and you'll have to survive on the vending machine–"
Vicky cut herself off as her eyes shifted from Alexia over to you. She blinked once, her face shining with mischief.
"--and apparently you too, Y/n," Vicky added, her tone dripping with amusement. "I didn't realise you two were sharing a room again. I thought the plumbing issue got fixed?"
You could feel your face burning under her gaze, your defensive instinct coming up all at once.
Alexia stared at her, her captain's face locked in place. "Does Irene sending you mean you can just walk into people's rooms, Vicky?"
"Well… I knocked," she said innocently. "So that's not on me."
"Oh, you knocked," Alexia said sarcastically. "Does that mean you can just open the door unannounced?"
"It wasn't locked!" Vicky argued, as if not really understanding what she did was wrong.
"Next time it will be. You can't just walk in."
Vicky's eyes moved around the room again with (very exaggerated) innocence. She took everything in more slowly this time.
She noticed the slightly rumpled duvet and the way both your bags were scattered around. Vicky looked at you, then Alexia, before locking eyes with you, her absolute favourite target.
"Right," Vicky said, "Sorry. Well, I'm also here because I'm genuinely upset about the match. I need emotional support. I need my captain… por favor…? Or are you too busy with Y/n? Am I interrupting something crucial? Oh! Maybe Y/n need emotional support as well?"
"Go find Patri," Alexia cut in, pointing a finger toward the corridor before you could snap at Vicky. Now."
"Patri's not–"
"Patri is exactly as much a captain as I am right now. I'm off duty," Alexia interrupted. "Go down to have some dinner. Eat real food. Talk to Patri. Close the door behind you."
"What about your dinner?" Vicky pressed, taking one last look between the two of you. "Aren't you guys coming down?"
Alexia held the bridge of her nose. "Go."
Vicky lingered, just long enough to make it clear she was leaving on her own terms before pulling the door shut behind her. Her footsteps retreated down the corridor.
Then, a moment later, her voice came bright and happy, echoing through the corridor. "Hey Serra, guess who Capi's in her room with–"
You sat very still, already dreading tomorrow morning's breakfast, when the kids would (undoubtedly) ask whether Vicky had really caught the two of you sharing a room again.
"Vicky knows," you said flatly.
"She doesn't know anything," Alexia replied.
You looked at her. "Are you saying that because you believe it, or because you are trying to make me feel better?"
"I want to make you feel better," Alexia deadpanned.
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Ugh."
"It's okay," Alexia said, trying to offer you a smile. "She won't tell anyone."
You gave her a side eye. "She literally just shouted down the hallway about us to Clara."
"Yeah, but Clara won't say anything."
You groaned again. "Honestly… whatever. Patri knows. Esmee knows. Kika knows. Now Vicky and Serra know…"
"It's not that bad," Alexia countered.
"Do you want them to know about us? Knowing how they are going to tease us?"
Alexia shrugged. "You just have to glare at them, and then they stop. Problem solved."
"I can't glare at people! I get flustered and embarrassed! I'm not half as intimidating as you are."
"I'll intimidate them for you," she smiled as if life was all unicorns and rainbows.
"Oh, you're so kind," you said, rolling your eyes.
When Alexia spoke again, her voice had dropped all of its captain's authority.
"You know what… we should cuddle," she said seriously, which did not match her proposition. "It's been way too long of a day for us."
You studied her up and down. She looked soft and tired, and you needed her to want to touch you.
"Mhmm… okay," you agreed. "Come here."
Alexia shifted a little closer until her shoulder brushed yours. She was testing the waters, seeing if it was really okay. Physical intimacy between you was a rare currency when sex wasn't involved, after all.
After a brief moment, Alexia finally curled into your side, tucking her face against your collarbone as though she had been wanting to do it all day. You stayed very still, adjusting to her weight and her warmth.
"I really didn't mean to snap at you," she said, her voice muffled
"I know," you said, "I'm serious, Ale. You can stop apologising; it's alright."
"It's not, though," she propped herself up on one elbow so she could look at you. "I won't do it again, vale?"
You chuckled. She was cute. "I hope you don't… you sounded a bit intimidating."
Alexia blushed, which was not the response you had expected from a two-time Ballon d'Or winner. You looked up at her, your mind slipping back into its familiar habit of picking every little thing apart.
You found yourself thinking about the part of you that had been waiting, somewhere deep and private, for her to finally see you fail.
About how the correction on the pitch had landed like something you had been half-expecting ever since you had arrived in Barcelona, ever since you met Alexia. Somewhere in a tired, masochistic corner of your brain, there had almost been a sense of relief.
Finally, there it is. Here is the flaw that was always bound to surface.
There was something oddly bittersweet when people were mad or upset at you. Something strangely comforting about disappointing people. How fucked up have you chilhood been for you to feel comfort in that?
It felt safe to know you had made a mistake, because it meant people would stop expecting things from you. They would know you were incompetent, bad and imperfect... except Alexia wasn't looking at you as if you were any of those things right now. She wasn't looking at you like that at all.
Weird.
You didn't want to talk to her about it, though.
You kept those messy thoughts to yourself. Instead, you let yourself stay with her, cuddling, sharing very sweet, absent-minded kisses that barely lasted longer than half a second. But right as you were beginning to melt into her body, to relax, Alexia made a strange face and pulled away.
"Hey, what–" Before you could ask what was wrong, she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, murmuring about how she was going to be right back.
You frowned and sat on the bed, listening to the sound of running water. Should you go up and knock on the door? What had happened? You chose to stay put and let Alexia do her thing.
While you waited, your thoughts drifted back to the book you had been reading earlier that week – Madonna in a fur coat – when the water stopped, and the bathroom door opened.
Alexia stepped out, looking, somehow, even more grumpy than when she had gone in. She stood in the doorway and looked at you miserably.
"I got my period," she announced flatly. "I wasn't due for three days. This day needs to end. I'm serious."
You blinked up at her, sitting up a little as you abandoned Sabahattin Ali's universe. "Oh… your peri–"
"I think you're messing with my hormones," she added, crossing her arms. "I haven't been this early in years!"
You pressed your lips together.
"...I'm sorry? I didn't mean to mess with your menstrual cycle."
She pouted at you. "You don't sound sincere at all."
"I'm sorry I don't sound sincere," you said. You couldn't help but think she was rather adorable like this, all pouty. "Do you need anything? Want me to get your bag or–"
"I don't have anything with me, tori. Nada " She gestured helplessly at herself, as if to illustrate the full extent of the situation. "I don't have pads, tampons, nothing! We were supposed to be back in Barcelona by now. I didn't plan for this to happen!"
"Okay, baby, hold on," you said, walking to your own bag. "I'm supposed to have stuff here somewhere, just–" You unzipped your bag and started rummaging through it, searching for a pad, and while on it, you found medicine, one of your little notebooks, the good pen you had been looking for ages, and then, finally, you pulled out the pad. It was a bit creased, but it would do its job.
You walked over and held it out to her.
"I've got a few more if you need them," you said. "They are in the internal left pocket of my bag… and sorry, I don't have any tampons. I can go out for them if you want?"
"No, this is good enough, thank you," she muttered, the pout still holding strong. "I'm just frustrated! I'm literally thirty-two, I should know by now to always carry tampons with me wherever I go…"
"Ah, come on, don't do that, Ale", you said gently. "It came three days early; you are allowed to be caught off guard, don't stress over it, yeah? Just get whatever you need from my bag. I'm sure the girls can help you out, too."
She nodded. "Thank you, torito." Then she walked back into the bathroom.
When she came back out, you closed the distance between you without thinking. Your hands settled on her waist, and you felt her go less rigid beneath your touch, the tension in her shoulders releasing one layer at a time. She pressed herself back into you, her head on your shoulder.
"Feeling a little better?" you asked.
"No, I'm devastated," She pouted into your neck. "And it's all your fault, tori."
"Devastated?" You teased her "That's a big word."
"You are not helping."
"Sorry… let me try again. How is it my fault you got your period?" you said, your voice sweet. "That doesn't make sense, sweetheart."
"You make my body go all wrong," she said.
"I do?"
"Uhum."
Your thumb traced slow circles against her waist as you gently guided the two of you back onto the bed. "You make my mind go all wrong. Guess we're even, then?"
Alexia was quiet for a moment, but then she spoke. "So… I forgive you, and you forgive me?" she murmured. "For messing each other up?"
"Yes, bebé," you whispered, kissing her cheek. "I forgive you, and you forgive me. You are such a good martyr," you said fondly. "Has anyone told you that?"
"Only when I'm on my period," she mumbled.
"Hm," you chuckled.
Alexia's breathing had slowed against your shoulder. You were waiting for the request, almost certain she was about to send you out for an emergency trip to buy her whatever she might need.
"...I'm waiting," you said finally.
"Mhmm… for what?" she murmured.
"For you to send me out for a heat pad. Or ibuprofen. Chocolate. That's usually how this goes. Isn't it?"
She lifted her head enough to look at you; she was a bit tired, her eyelids were heavy. "I don't eat chocolate on weekdays. And I don't usually need heating pads."
You looked at her. "Ah, you don't get cramps?"
"I do sometimes, but they are very, very mild," she said. "I barely feel anything most of the time."
"Oh. That's great."
"Yeah, but I do get light headaches sometimes," she continued. "Barça's doctor told me it's because of low iron, so sometimes I have to take some tablets."
"Poor baby," you murmured, pressing another kiss to her temple.
"I'm waiting too," Alexia said after a moment, nosing at your skin.
"For what?"
"For you to tell me about your period." She said, then she moved like a clingy cat and pressed her cheek against yours. "I just told you about mine; it's only fair, sí?"
"You think it's that easy to get information out of me, capi?" You smirked, teasingly.
"No," she said, her hand drifting lazily up and down your side before coming to rest against your hipbone, and then she tucked her face against your chest. "That's why I'm asking nicely. Please. Be nice to me. I'm bleeding. I'm in pain."
"You just told me you're barely cramping."
"Yes," she said with great dignity, "but you said I was a good martyr. So this is me being a good martyr… Por favor? Tell me?"
You exhaled and looked at the ceiling, giving what she wanted. "Fine, Putellas. I get bad periods.
… Crickets.
"Okay, and…? That's all you're giving me?"
"Well, yes. That's it. I bleed a lot and have bad cramps. The absolute worst mood you've ever seen, too… I'm not exactly a joy to be around."
"Hmm," she sounded a bit suspicious. "Really? I've never noticed any of it, and we've known each other for what? A year?"
"I think I'm just very good at hiding it," you said proudly, but alexia didn't match your energy.
Alexia looked up at you and didn't smile. "You say that like it's a good thing."
You blushed. "I thought it was."
"I don't think it is."
"Oh." You didn't really expect that answer.
Was there one thing you did in life right?
"I mean… I've never noticed you getting more sensitive around that time, or more emotional." She tilted her head slightly against your shoulder.
"I would have thought I'd notice. I should've, shouldn't I?" She furrowed. "I pay attention to you… I even know when Vicky is on hers because she cries at literally everything, and she doesn't even have to tell me."
"Well, I don't get sensitive," you explained. "So that must be the reason why you never noticed. I don't really cry much."
"No?"
"No, I just get a bit angry, impatient. That kind of stuff."
"Angry how?" She asked.
Alexia had apparently decided that tonight was the night she was going to ask every single question she had been collecting for months.
"Just… well, just angry." You said with a small shrug, searching for the right scientific term and coming up with nothing. "Everything irritates me, and tiny things suddenly feel much more urgent than they actually are. That kind of anger."
Alexia didn't say anything immediately, which meant she was thinking about it properly, turning it over in her head.
"So right now," she said slowly. "With the game, and the broken bus, and all of it… You aren't–"
"I'm not on my period," you clarified with a smile. "Unfortunately, this is just me on my good day."
She hummed. "So if you were on your period–"
"Today would have been exponentially worse," you confirmed. "Yes."
"Hmmm… " She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I'll make a note."
"Please don't."
"I'm your captain," she said teasingly. "I have to know these things for scheduling purposes."
"You don't schedule anything. Ever. That is literally not your job."
"As captain, I have a great deal of influence when it comes to scheduling," she replied proudly.
"Oh," you said flatly. "What do you do? Glare at people until they move training?"
"Do you always have to be this sarcastic?"
"Sorry."
"Anyway… tell me next time when you are due," she said matter-of-factly. "Actually… I have a better idea! We should share a period tracking app!"
"Absolutely not." You shook your head immediately. "Nope."
"But-"
"I will leave this bed right now," you threatened. "At once."
In response, she tightened her arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her. Alexia's breathing was even out against your shoulder again, before her voice cut through the silence.
"You know what? Since we're in a talking mood…"
"You're in a talking mood," you interrupted her. "I'm definitely not."
"...you haven't talked about your ex since that night," she continued, ignoring you.
Your stomach turned at that. "You're awfully curious tonight."
"I like getting to know people."
"Funny of you to say that," you said. "I'm pretty sure everyone on the team would tell me they don't remember the last time you played personal quiz with them."
"Okay," she said, without missing a beat. "Maybe I like getting to know you."
You smiled despite yourself, which she definitely felt against your shoulder.
"Oh, are you into me or something?" You teased. "That's so gay of you."
"You're changing the subject," she rolled her eyes, blushing. "Again."
"I'm trying to," you admitted.
"Don't try." She moved, settling more firmly against your body, as if to make clear she wasn't going anywhere. "Let me propose an exercise, torito. One where you don't overthink every single word before it leaves your mouth."
You pouted. "I don't think my brain works like that."
"You can try."
You sighed in defeat. "I'll tell you about my ex if you tell me about yours."
Alexia chuckled. "That's not how it works. I always talk to you about myself, sí? I've already done my part. You're the one who drops a bomb in my lap every two weeks and then goes completely silent."
You rolled your eyes.
She won.
A/n: Hiii!! I hope you guys liked this chapter! I had lots of fun writing it hehehe; they are just so endearing and fucked up in the head!! I personally love how Ale goes all captain with the kids, and then she melts with Tori.
Come talk with me about it!! Talking about fic really helps me with motivation and ideas, hehe
